My soul doth magnify the Lord! And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour. ~ Luke 1:46,47
"Afresh, precious, precious Jesus, I resign this body to You, for doing or suffering, for living or dying. Will You accept it? Will You use me for Your glory more than heretofore, that You may have some little return for all the benefits You have done to me? Oh, do grant this request; my heart longs for it, my spirit pleads for it; and "if You will, You can." You know the hot temptation of which I am the subject. Bring Your glory out of it, and keep me from the evil, and it shall be well." - Ruth Bryan
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
The other day, I heard a beautiful worship song. It was penned by a brilliant songwriter, known the world over. It displayed the poignancy that brilliant songwriting does, that seemingly casual ability to hit on a tune so simple as to be unforgettable, and yet somehow so superior that most of us could never come with anything half as good. It was gorgeous.
Its lyrics were intimate and personal, and yet so unpretentious. They called out, “My sweet Lord, my sweet Lord…” with a humble and heartfelt yearning, real praise and a sense of adoration. That phrase was repeated over and over, and then the yearning expanded with a real cry, “I really want to know you! I really want to be with you! I really want to see you!” Not much more to it, that was the bulk of the song, repeating the simple phrases of love and longing over and over.