O flower, can you see the Lord?
Can you hear Him?
Can you feel Him?
Turn your face up to the Lord,
And you will see Him.
O moon, can you see the Lord?
Can you touch Him?
Can you reach Him?
Turn your face toward the Lord,
And you will see Him.
O mountain, can you see the Lord?
Can you call Him?
Can you need Him?
Bear your face before the Lord,
And you will see Him.
Showing posts with label Supplicating. Show all posts
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Sunday, 29 April 2007
Sunday, 19 November 2006
XII: Sometimes
Sometimes I look at the flowers;
Sometimes I look at the rain.
O Lord when in Your glory
Will You come to me again!
Sometimes I drink my coffee;
Sometimes I drink my tea.
O Jesus let Your mercy
Come pouring down on me!
If ever there’s a place
And if ever there’s a time
For You to show Your face, O Lord,
It’s now! O please – be mine!
Sometimes I look at the rain.
O Lord when in Your glory
Will You come to me again!
Sometimes I drink my coffee;
Sometimes I drink my tea.
O Jesus let Your mercy
Come pouring down on me!
If ever there’s a place
And if ever there’s a time
For You to show Your face, O Lord,
It’s now! O please – be mine!
Sunday, 17 September 2006
III: He is Hidden
Why is Your glory hidden from me?
I only want to know You, but instead I know
My neighbour and I don’t even like him.
Why are Your mysteries out of reach?
I only want to do Your work, but instead I work
For my boss and I don’t even like him
Why are You so distant?
I only want to talk to You, but instead I talk
To my friend and I don’t even like him.
Why do You not reveal yourself?
I only want to see You, but instead I see
Big crowds of people and I don’t even like them.
Why is Your love withheld from me?
I only want to be Your child, but instead I am the child
Of my parents and I don’t even like them.
Why do I feel dry of Your grace?
I only want to break Your bread, but instead I break
My own heart and I don’t even like it.
I only want to know You, but instead I know
My neighbour and I don’t even like him.
Why are Your mysteries out of reach?
I only want to do Your work, but instead I work
For my boss and I don’t even like him
Why are You so distant?
I only want to talk to You, but instead I talk
To my friend and I don’t even like him.
Why do You not reveal yourself?
I only want to see You, but instead I see
Big crowds of people and I don’t even like them.
Why is Your love withheld from me?
I only want to be Your child, but instead I am the child
Of my parents and I don’t even like them.
Why do I feel dry of Your grace?
I only want to break Your bread, but instead I break
My own heart and I don’t even like it.
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