The heavens belong to you
For by Him all things were created
by the breath of His mouth all their host
The great, mighty, and awesome God
He was and is and is to come
King of glory
The rock, a refuge, and stronghold
Father to the fatherless
A consuming fire
Is love
THE God

A bearer of The Image
Chose death over life
The heavens bow,
     I stand defiantly
Punishment is eternal
Depraved
Worked out my saving
Followed the rule book
Curious to my own death
Perfectly masked the decay

For God so loved the world
The Word became flesh
You did not chose me, I chose you
Apart from me you can do nothing
He became sin who knew no sin,
    that we might become the
       righteousness of God
As the Father has loved me,
    so I have loved you.
Behold, to the Lord your God
belong the heaven and the heaven of heavens,
     the earth with all that is in it.
Yet the Lord set His heart in love on you fathers
     and chose their offspring after them,
As you are this day.
While we were still sinners Christ died for us.
If you confess with your mouth that,
     Jesus is Lord
And believe in your heart that,
     God raise Him from the dead,
     You will be saved.

Wash me
And I shall be whiter than snow.
Saved by grace
Eternal life in exchange for death
Treasures in a jar of clay
Beautiful feet
Living sacrifice

Not by my own doing
I did not chose Him, He chose me.

Displaced and Torn

The sidewalks are full of people scurrying from class to class and freshmen finding their new love (o boy). My shelves are full of textbooks. My planner full of due dates... yet my brain and emotions seem to be displaced. I listened to a native Burmese brother pray for his country; my heart was torn between brokenness and joy. To hear his love for the Father was so encouraging to hear yet my heart broke because there are so many people worshiping false idols who, as he said,  "can't save their sins." I just finished reading a book of one brother's venture to South America and His life among a tribal nation. This again tore my heart in two different directions.  It was such a great joy to join him in his journey in seeing those people sing out to Jesus and "walk His trails" but then I was reminded of how many are out there without any knowledge nor the resources to know...I know school is preparation but that doesn't mean it changes my state here of stomach churning thinking of the fact that  people don't know and have no opportunity... Lord, You know all the hearts that are not singing your praises, You know they need to hear of You. Send out You laborers. Awaken the Church to go. Father, continue to burden my heart for the lost may this burden lead me to my knees continuously. Help me to see my school work as preparation and even more important, as worship. Send out Your laborers, Lord Jesus, send them out.