Teach My Song to Rise to You
A Sunday Amen
"Lord I come I confess
Bowing here I find my rest
and without You I fall apart
You're the One that guides my heart."
(first verse) - Lord I Need You - Matt MaherIt was good to be back at church today.
The first song we sang, Lord I Need You, is one of my favorites. I’ve sang it a lot over the years. It wasn’t until the “Bridge” that the first line suddenly hit me.
“So teach my song to rise to You.”
Everyone kept singing.
The second line was: “When temptation comes my way.”
What is my song? What is our song? My song to rise to You?
It’s the cry of our soul. The cry of a newborn baby, the cry of need, comfort, security, help, confession, joy and praise. Thanksgiving, gratitude.
I just wrote about how my soul feels around a horse. I honestly praised Him out at the barn for the precious time, for my wet eyes, for His majestic earth.
Can we teach our song to rise?
Rise, reach and touch the face of God.
John Gillespie Magee Jr. was a World War II Royal Canadian Air Force fighter pilot and war poet, who wrote the sonnet "High Flight" - He was killed in an accidental mid-air collision over England in 1941.
“Treading the high un-trespassed sanctity of space”… he understood the transcendent glory of his life and through it… he broke the boundaries of earth and reached out for the Holy One.
We don’t have to break flight boundaries for our song to rise. Amen.
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds,—and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there, I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air .... Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark nor ever eagle flew— And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high un-trespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
Hi Bill! I had written you back here on a previous post, "Alive," I believe. I'm going to look up the Prayer of St. Francis! Can I get your email so we can correspond there 🥰. Our youngest is flying in today to visit for a week! I am so sorry that lightening storm did so much damage!! I can also understand staying off of social media especially these days. I don't use my Facebook very often, mostly for time consumption. We have come home to the busies, which is good, yet tiring!
God Bless and hope you get the lights/phone sorted this week! oxox
I love that poem and seem to remember Ronald Reagan quoting a line from it in a television address.