I love love love the song My God, My Father. I even embedded it at the end of this post so you can listen to it. But the lyrics to that song just slay me and I loved it long before Roger came. In fact, for a few months before conceiving Roger I couldn't make it through this song when we'd sing it at church. I would get so choked up that any attempt at singing would get caught in my throat, allowing only awkward squeaks to emerge.
|Best. Gift. Ever.|
All of the lyrics to this song are quite beautiful, but if my train hadn't already been stuck at All Choked Up Central then this is when I'd always find myself at the Tears Station:
And when on earth I breathe no more
That prayer oft mixed with tears before
I'll sing upon that joyful shore
Thy will be done
The thing is, despite my crying, I was actually singing from a place of longing with joy. You can only understand this if you have been there--you want something so deeply that just the thought makes you cry, yet you have such joy in knowing the Father's will and timing is good that you're worshiping Him by singing, basically, "Someday I'll be in your presence and there will be no pain, only joy in praising you for your will being done." And in the midst of your pain you have a taste, a shadow, a hint of that pure, sweet, unadulterated joy that will flow unfiltered by sin in heaven.
|Just can't get enough of him.|
|Mama loves her boy--|
infinite snuggling would
never be enough