Every time I receive an email asking me to answer an urgent need for teachers in a far, far away place, my heart aches deeply. I cannot quite describe the sweet and rich desire I have to stand before a jam-packed, muggy room full of brown-eyed, tan-skinned little kiddos. Oh, Jesus, I trust You with these desires. Still yet, my heart deeply, deeply breaks for the hardened hearts in the city. I desire to warm such hearts with the warmth that comes from my Jesus in me. I cannot quite decide to where my heart is more strongly pulled. Even more, I so deeply long to sit before my Lord and gaze upon His beauty--face to face. Oh Jesus, I trust You...Order my steps, Father. I will obey.
Fly Away
Stars call me closer
The earth is dragging me down
I want to be more than hungry
I want to live somewhere other than this old gray town
I want to fly away far beyond my cage
Where I hear freedom singing
You are telling me again there’s no door to keep me in
I hear freedom singing
Beauty all around me
Drawing me to the sky
This is life I can feel it
Bid my lonely days goodbye
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