The pathway is broken
And The signs are unclear
And I don't know the reason why You brought me here
But just because You love me the way that You do
I'm gonna walk through the valley
If You want me to
Chorus:
Cause I'm not who I was
When I took my first step
And I'm clinging to the promise You're not through with me yet
so if all of these trials bring me closer to you
Then I will go through the fire
If You want me to
It may not be the way I would have chosen
When you lead me through a world that's not my home
But You never said it would be easy
You only said I'd never go alone
So When the whole world turns against me
And I'm all by myself
And I can't hear You answer my cries for help
I'll remember the suffering Your love put You through
And I will go through the darkness If You want me to
When I cross over Jordan, I'm gonna sing, gonna shout
Gonna look into your eyes and see you never let me down
So take me on the pathway that leads me home to you
And I will walk through the valley if you want me to
-Ginny Owens
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
A no compromise life that convicted mine.
It was last year when I read in CCM (a Christian music magazine), the final article that featured a memorial to Keith Green (1952-1982; died at 28 years of age in a plane crash with his son Josiah and daughter Bethany).
Words said about him caught me eyes and heart; they called him passionate, intense, a prophet.
As I was putting out the sale music not to long after I found one of his cd's and bought it. Very little music has ever shook my very being,but from light-hearted much needed reminders of "He'll take care of the rest," to whispers from God himself in "Your Love broke through," the outpour of his soul became mine, a connection of two cursed beings who wanted with every fiber to be able just to lie face-to-the-ground at the feet of Christ.
Few weeks passed and as I took a stack of books to the biography section, I stopped at one book; "No Compromise." It was his bio, and I began to read...
I finished it today, I had taken it up and put it back down many times due to the excuses I make for everything shallow I hold more important. To say that I cried in parts of the book is an understatement, I openly wept, had to stop even to just kneel and pray or let it all out before I composed myself to continue. This was not because the book was filled with sad events, there were some as in every life, but it was due to the fact that every word that talked about his passionate life, dug to my bones. Keith was devoted to God with no compromise, lived every minute that he was a Christian fully for him, what I thought to be this generations Paul. I wept because I saw the lack of intensity, the constant vision of heaven on my mind and the smell of hell in my nostril to remind me that people desperately need to know Jesus!
Keith wasn't without his earthly faults, he was too intense and hurt peoples feelings through a lot of what he said, struggling to finally realize that just because God commanded him to not have people pay for his concerts and give his cd's for whatever people can give, etc was perhaps not what God called others to do. He hated praise and would probably hate this whole blog about him, but I am not closer to God now because of Keith Green, but because exampled life has convicted my insignificant life on this earth, except for the fact that God loves me and has a purpose for me.
The new songs that God has presented into my life by him have become a prayer (Lord your beautiful), and I would guess what you call the pump up song before the battle, the every day battle to speak into the lives of other, my God:
Do you see, do you see
All the people sinking down
Don't you care, don't you care
Are you gonna let them drown
How can you be so numb
Not to care if they come
You close your eyes
And pretend the job's done
"Oh bless me Lord, bless me Lord"
You know it's all I ever hear
No one aches, no one hurts
No one even sheds one tear
But He cries, He weeps, He bleeds
And He cares for your needs
And you just lay back
And keep soaking it in,
Oh, can't you see it's such a sin?
Cause He brings people to you door,
And you turn them away
As you smile and say,
"God bless you, be at peace"
And all heaven just weeps
Cause Jesus came to your door
You've left him out on the streets
Open up open up
And give yourself away
You see the need, you hear the cries
So how can you delay
God's calling and you're the one
But like Jonah you run
He's told you to speak
But you keep holding it in,
Oh can't you see it's such a sin?
The world is sleeping in the dark
That the church just can't fight
Cause it's asleep in the light
How can you be so dead
When you've been so well fed
Jesus rose from the grave
And you, you can't even get out of bed
Oh, Jesus rose from the dead
Come on, get out of your bed
How can you be so numb
Not to care if they come
You close your eyes
And pretend the job's done
You close your eyes
And pretend the job's done
Don't close your eyes
Don't pretend the jobs done
Come away, come away, come away with Me my love,
Come away, from this mess, come away with Me, my love.
Oh Lord, thank you for the example that keith was, that he was a grain of wheat that died, in order to produce much fruit for your kingdom (John 24:14) in the heart of a girl, 25 years after you took him home. A girl who seeks to be completely used up by You, live the life of no compromise for the purpose I have to fulfill, for it is the only thing I'm still here for.
Words said about him caught me eyes and heart; they called him passionate, intense, a prophet.
As I was putting out the sale music not to long after I found one of his cd's and bought it. Very little music has ever shook my very being,but from light-hearted much needed reminders of "He'll take care of the rest," to whispers from God himself in "Your Love broke through," the outpour of his soul became mine, a connection of two cursed beings who wanted with every fiber to be able just to lie face-to-the-ground at the feet of Christ.
Few weeks passed and as I took a stack of books to the biography section, I stopped at one book; "No Compromise." It was his bio, and I began to read...
I finished it today, I had taken it up and put it back down many times due to the excuses I make for everything shallow I hold more important. To say that I cried in parts of the book is an understatement, I openly wept, had to stop even to just kneel and pray or let it all out before I composed myself to continue. This was not because the book was filled with sad events, there were some as in every life, but it was due to the fact that every word that talked about his passionate life, dug to my bones. Keith was devoted to God with no compromise, lived every minute that he was a Christian fully for him, what I thought to be this generations Paul. I wept because I saw the lack of intensity, the constant vision of heaven on my mind and the smell of hell in my nostril to remind me that people desperately need to know Jesus!
Keith wasn't without his earthly faults, he was too intense and hurt peoples feelings through a lot of what he said, struggling to finally realize that just because God commanded him to not have people pay for his concerts and give his cd's for whatever people can give, etc was perhaps not what God called others to do. He hated praise and would probably hate this whole blog about him, but I am not closer to God now because of Keith Green, but because exampled life has convicted my insignificant life on this earth, except for the fact that God loves me and has a purpose for me.
The new songs that God has presented into my life by him have become a prayer (Lord your beautiful), and I would guess what you call the pump up song before the battle, the every day battle to speak into the lives of other, my God:
Do you see, do you see
All the people sinking down
Don't you care, don't you care
Are you gonna let them drown
How can you be so numb
Not to care if they come
You close your eyes
And pretend the job's done
"Oh bless me Lord, bless me Lord"
You know it's all I ever hear
No one aches, no one hurts
No one even sheds one tear
But He cries, He weeps, He bleeds
And He cares for your needs
And you just lay back
And keep soaking it in,
Oh, can't you see it's such a sin?
Cause He brings people to you door,
And you turn them away
As you smile and say,
"God bless you, be at peace"
And all heaven just weeps
Cause Jesus came to your door
You've left him out on the streets
Open up open up
And give yourself away
You see the need, you hear the cries
So how can you delay
God's calling and you're the one
But like Jonah you run
He's told you to speak
But you keep holding it in,
Oh can't you see it's such a sin?
The world is sleeping in the dark
That the church just can't fight
Cause it's asleep in the light
How can you be so dead
When you've been so well fed
Jesus rose from the grave
And you, you can't even get out of bed
Oh, Jesus rose from the dead
Come on, get out of your bed
How can you be so numb
Not to care if they come
You close your eyes
And pretend the job's done
You close your eyes
And pretend the job's done
Don't close your eyes
Don't pretend the jobs done
Come away, come away, come away with Me my love,
Come away, from this mess, come away with Me, my love.
Oh Lord, thank you for the example that keith was, that he was a grain of wheat that died, in order to produce much fruit for your kingdom (John 24:14) in the heart of a girl, 25 years after you took him home. A girl who seeks to be completely used up by You, live the life of no compromise for the purpose I have to fulfill, for it is the only thing I'm still here for.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Belated but still soo sooo :D
I meant to write this yesterday but here it is anyways.
Smile and Laugh....
Out of the mouths of children...
A group of children, aged four through eight, were asked to answer the question: "What does love mean?" Some of the answers are amusing. Some are rather earthy. Others show a wisdom far beyond their years. Some of the answers were:
Love is that first feeling you feel before all the bad stuff gets in the way.
When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toe nails any more. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.
When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.
Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.
Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your french fries without making them give you any of theirs.
Love is when someone hurts you. And you get so mad but you don't yell at them because you know it would hurt their feelings.
Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.
Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is okay.
Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My mommy and daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss.
Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.
If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.
Love is hugging. Love is kissing. Love is saying no.
When you tell someone something bad about yourself and you're scared they won't love you any more. But then you get surprised because not only do they still love you, they love you even more.
There are two kinds of love: Our love. God's love. But God makes both kinds of them.
Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it every day.
Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.
During my piano recital, I was on a stage and scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.
My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.
Love is when mommy gives daddy the best piece of chicken.
Love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.
Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.
I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.
I let my big sister pick on me because my Mom says she only picks on me because she loves me. So I pick on my baby sister because I love her.
Love cards like Valentine's cards say stuff on them that we'd like to say ourselves, but we wouldn't be caught dead saying.
When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.
Love is when mommy sees daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross.
You really shouldn't say I love you unless you mean it. But if you mean
it, you should say it a lot. People forget.
Smile and Laugh....
Out of the mouths of children...
A group of children, aged four through eight, were asked to answer the question: "What does love mean?" Some of the answers are amusing. Some are rather earthy. Others show a wisdom far beyond their years. Some of the answers were:
Love is that first feeling you feel before all the bad stuff gets in the way.
When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toe nails any more. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.
When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.
Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.
Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your french fries without making them give you any of theirs.
Love is when someone hurts you. And you get so mad but you don't yell at them because you know it would hurt their feelings.
Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.
Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is okay.
Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My mommy and daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss.
Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.
If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.
Love is hugging. Love is kissing. Love is saying no.
When you tell someone something bad about yourself and you're scared they won't love you any more. But then you get surprised because not only do they still love you, they love you even more.
There are two kinds of love: Our love. God's love. But God makes both kinds of them.
Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it every day.
Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.
During my piano recital, I was on a stage and scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.
My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.
Love is when mommy gives daddy the best piece of chicken.
Love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.
Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.
I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.
I let my big sister pick on me because my Mom says she only picks on me because she loves me. So I pick on my baby sister because I love her.
Love cards like Valentine's cards say stuff on them that we'd like to say ourselves, but we wouldn't be caught dead saying.
When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.
Love is when mommy sees daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross.
You really shouldn't say I love you unless you mean it. But if you mean
it, you should say it a lot. People forget.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
I broke!
I was holding on.
holding on to synchronization.
Stubborn to tie my last post of an amazing performance,
to its video predecessor...I broke.
The video will one day come I am sure but that stopped me from writing which was bad because God had spoken a lot a cool things I should have written about and didn't because I wanted to wait. Not realizing it was the wrong kind of waiting.
So tune in soon for my outpour. May it lead to laughter, encouragement, challenges, and point always to God, who allows me to think of anything to write in the first place.
Soon friends...
holding on to synchronization.
Stubborn to tie my last post of an amazing performance,
to its video predecessor...I broke.
The video will one day come I am sure but that stopped me from writing which was bad because God had spoken a lot a cool things I should have written about and didn't because I wanted to wait. Not realizing it was the wrong kind of waiting.
So tune in soon for my outpour. May it lead to laughter, encouragement, challenges, and point always to God, who allows me to think of anything to write in the first place.
Soon friends...
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