Add to the Beauty

Unintentionally, I began writing an album review in my journal this morning, because the songs on Sara Groves' album Add to the Beauty are so closely knit thematically. The title cut says "this is grace, an invitation to be beautiful... and I want to add to the beauty." All of the songs are about beautiful things that can't be explained other than through grace. It's a truly inspiring album, and inspired me to seek God's beauty today.

And so I have. It's been a good day. I thought about His artistry this morning, and wrote a poem about it. It made me think about the fundamentals of art. I had to actually look them up online. In case you're curious, here's the poem I wrote:

There is a beauty
In all His processes
There is a harmony
In demand and supply
There is a purpose
And a poetry of motion
When a flower drinks the rain and hails the sky.

There is an artist
Who is the living Light
His works engage the heart
And His word gives sight
He mixes pigments
On a pallette of the spectrum
The details of His masterpieces fill me with delight.

Not bad for sitting on the porch on a rainy morning. It felt like the perfect way to spend my time.

In the midst of my reveries I checked the headlines for today. Hamas vs. Fatah vs. Israel and the US. International intervention? War, scandal, hatred, deceit, death. I had to ask myself, is it puerile to live my life wanting to add to the beauty in times when it doesn't seem like there's even any beauty to begin with?

So I read along in Genesis, where I left my bookmark at the begining of the story of Joseph's trials. His brothers hated him, almost left him for dead, then sold him instead. Awful. But he was sold into an Egyptian official's house, where God was with him. Then the official's wife wanted him so badly, and her pride was so injured when he refused to offend his master that way, that she accused him of rape and had him sent to prison. Terrible. But God was with Joseph there, too. I know the rest of the story; he was kept in jail for a time, until he began to interpret dreams. Eventually he rose to become second in command to Pharoah, and had the responsibility of managing Egypt's reserves in order to get them successfully through a famine. Because of him, many people lived who would otherwise have died, including his entire family, and as part of that provision, his entire was reconciled. Reconciliation, favor, provision, from an awful story about hatred, demise, deceit, and jealousy.

I may not understand what's going around the world, and it may be hard to see beauty in it. Frankly, God's beauty is more and more astounding to me the more I look at the world. Even when I look at the world, though, I know that somehow He is working all things out for His glory, which is in turn for my good. There is a process to it, but I believe, still, that God has beautiful things in store.

For better or for worse, this is really as deep as I get. I'm not trying to make commentary about world events, I'm just building a worldview that incorporates beauty and art. A friend e-mailed me this link to a group thinking through how art relates to God: http://www.thegauisproject.org/. I'm sure they've done some better thinking on the subject but I have yet to read it through.

Less like scars

Sometimes a good writer has the power to inspire their readers' expression. Writers like that are worth attention and worth keeping in circulation. I've written about Sara Groves before, and maybe I've even written about this song before. Looking through the leaves of All Right Here's CD insert I see big blocks of text that I know Sara worked hard to write. Songwriting is an intense process. To end up with as many words as she has that do have the power to speak to and even for her audience is a notable lifetime achievement. Keep writing, Sara!

It is "Less Like Scars" that I thought about today. It's a song about when the breaking down process has already occurred, and there is a change in the air and you realize that God is started to rebuild you. If it hadn't been for this song, I wouldn't have really understood what God was up to.

Her songs have so many words that I feel it would be ineffective for me to write many of them here. I'll just post a few representative lines and explain the frame. The song starts:

It's been a hard year, but I'm climbing out of the rubble
These lessons are hard, and healing changes are subtle
But every day its..
Here are a few from the "less like/more like" sections:

Less like tearing more like building
Less like captive more like willing
Less like breakdown more like surrender
Less like haunting more like remember

I love the chorus:

I can feel you here, and you're picking up the pieces
Forever faithful
Seemed out of my hands, a bad situation
You are able
And in your hands, the pain and hurt
Look less like scars and more like character.

This is really good. Sara is gifted and using her gifts to bless the body of Christ. I for one want to say how thankful I am!

You go, Sara! God uses your songs in my life, and as the guestbook of your website attests, He uses them in others' lives as well. Thank you for using and sharing your gifts.

That goes for all good songwriters, and that is really the point of this blog. God gives gifts of various kinds to the body, and whatever we have, we're supposed to give back. It blesses me to no end that God has given each believer a gift to bring, and that each believer in turns receives gifts from the rest of the body. I'll never get over it; I'll just keep watching it and participating into it until He leads us all up to one big celebration in heaven.

"Less Like Scars," by Sara Groves and Nate Sabin. From the album All Right Here, 2002, Sponge Records and INO Records. To hear a song sample and see all the lyrics, go here:

How good and pleasant

This morning I do not have a particular song that goes with this scripture. Perhaps if someone knows of one they will let me know.

I have been thinking about working together in unity, and read Psalm 133 last night. It's full of imagery that makes me wonder.

"How good and pleasant it is
when brothers live together in unity.
It is like precious oil poured on the head,
running down on Aaron's beard,
down upon the collar of his robes.
It is as if the dew of Hermon
were falling on Mount Zion.
For there the Lord bestows his blessing,
even life forevermore."

What gets through to me here is that: a) It is good when brothers live together in unity! 2) It is like when the chief priest is blessed. Aaron became the head of the priestly order, and I assume that most of the time he would be the one doing the annointing, but in this case, it's Aaron himself getting blessed. When brothers live in unity, even the leaders get blessed, and that blessing inevitably overflows to others. 3) It is refreshing when brothers dwell together in unity. 4) Just as Mount Zion is already blessed, those who are blessed can still stand another blessing. Unity among brethren is just such an extra blessing.

Let me know if you know a song that goes with this Psalm, so I can sing it and keep the idea in my heart.

In any case, this is what I was thinking of today, because I have been pleased to see a bit of unity lately. I know the Lord is pleased by it, too.

Untame Lion

This post commemorates my first read of The Magician's Nephew, the sixth book in the Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis. I would recommend it to anyone! It is my favorite of all of them so far (The Silver Chair comes in second). C.S. Lewis said that a good children's book will have something to say to the child that will still matter to him fifty years later. Perhaps what matters most is the character of Aslan, the huge, untame Lion who created and rules the kingdom of Narnia, which is in another dimension apart from this world. He is strong, but kind; He looks in the eyes of His subjects, sees into their souls, and says exactly what they need to hear to be encouraged, admonished, or comforted. He's a lot like the Aslan in the Disney movie that came out last year, except as you read the Chronicles you get to know Him more deeply. For me, the most magical thing about the Chronicles is that as I read about Aslan, I know it is a character in a fantasy story, but I love him more and more. I know He represents Christ, and I think to myself, He is so good. I could really follow Him.

That's what Michelle Tumes' song is about. I wish it were on the soundtrack of the Disney The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, but it's probably too spiritual for that.

The song is ethereal sounding, like many of Michelle Tumes' songs, and it focuses on Aslan's power. Untame power can be kind of scary, and yet it can also give a person courage to follow through. Here are some of the beautiful words to Tumes' song.

I love an untame lion
He's calling me to come
My cold heart how it hesitates
I want to turn and run

His power is dangerous
His power is endless love

He's calling me
To a place where love's the only song
He's calling me
To a place where night will dance
With endless dawn dancing on and on and on.

Most of the lines of the song seem to refer to things characters in the books do. What is magical about this song, though, is that you don't have to have read the books to understand that God's power is both wild and loving, and that when He calls, it is a call to both security and adventure, away from the mundance of life. He's not a tame lion, but He is good.

- "Untame Lion" by Michelle Tumes, from her 1998 album Listen

Welcome to Delaware!

Listening to the self-titled Watermark album from 1998. I guess that was the year my husband and I started dating. Two years later we were married, and one year after that, we moved far away, because we felt like we should. There was a spiritual impulse to go, and a hope that we'd find something.

Now reflecting on the past six years of being here, I feel the same way again: like we are finding our way again, and finding God in our midst, finding that all we really have here and now is... Him.

Though I headed to what seemed like nowhere,
You told me you'd come,
You told me you'd meet me here,
And you were here to say
Welcome to Delaware!

Feels like we're in "Delaware" again, although we never really were in Delaware, and we're not really changing locations. We're changing our landscape in other ways, trusting that if it's what the Lord wanted, He will meet us and be all we need. Hooray!

"Welcome to Delaware," by Nathan and Christy Nockels.

Song of Deliverance

I saw a video at church on Sunday called "light." The whole thing was symbolic, and felt very noir because it was filmed in black and white with heavey shadow and the dialogue was general. Yet there were characters who seemed to have real-life relationships: a husband and wife, and the husband's friend. The wife announced that when she first heard the story, she didn't understand it, but then, she did. Apparently hearing the story made her want to leave the darkness, and walk through this door to a place filled with light. Beyond the door, the film was shot in color, which made a very nice, clear distinction. The husband thought she was crazy, but she knew she just had to go. The part I wanted to get to is that she kept telling him she was hearing this music. "Don't you hear it?" She kept asking. He didn't. He just thought she was crazy, until he heard it for himself.

Ponder Anew

I've posted about "Praise to the Lord, the Almighty" before, but I'm coming back to it; it's one of my favorite hymns.

I'm doing what it says: "ponder[ing] anew / What the Almighty can do,/ If with His love He befriend" me.

I am pondering anew that the fact that can befriend me with His love means He is able to deal with my shortcomings. I suppose I often fail to believe Him, fail to be anxious for nothing, fail to rejoice always, because I am pretty sure that where I have fallen short I have dug myself a pit so deep He can't get me out.

I'm into taking things seriously. I take every kind of failure seriously. I need to ponder His love when I ponder my shortcomings or else I will not have faith that He can "prosper [my] work and defend [me]."

Everlasting God

I've had this newish praise song called "Everlasting God" that we sang at church in my head:

You are the everlasting God
You do not faint, you won't grow weary
You're the defender of the weak
You comfort those in need
You lift us up on wings like eagles.

I looked up the Bible verses it's based on, and it inspired me (Isaiah 40:28-31). They say that God does not grow faint or weary, and that those who wait on Him will not grow faint or weary either. That is awesome.

Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

I watched the Hallmark TV movie Love Came Softly last night and it made me feel good. It's based on a book by Janette Oke which I read when I was younger - junior high/high school, I think. It's about settlers in the pioneer West, seemingly mid-nineteenth century. If you'd like to see a heartwarming film and you like pioneer stories, check it out from Blockbuster, like I did.

The best part about the film is that it reminded me to be thankful for little things. Everything that Clark and Marty Davis have they prayed for or made with their own hands, including the cabin they live in. It made them thankful for friends, warms fires, and fried chicken. Since there was no minister in that part of the country, Clark set up a bench atop a hill overlooking sloping meadows, and be his own church choir singing "Come Thou Fount." Now, just so you know, Clark didn't want it to be a solo thing; in fact, he doesn't call it "church" until his wife joins him. When she does, that hymn makes her think of all the things the Lord provided for her, and makes her glad.

Watching the movie did the same thing for me. It was a great reminder to be thankful for the simple things. It doesn't take a particular song to make me thankful, but a good song can help. If you'd like to hear this one and read the words, you can go to http://cyberhymnal.org/htm/c/o/comethou.htm.

Have a good one today - may you remember the Lord's mercies anew!

A Besieged City

Monday was "oh, what a beautiful day" in Norman. It was also the day of the V-tech massacre. The violence was almost unthinkable.

Yesterday I couldn't wait for it to be a beautiful day. It turned out to be one of those days that brings in May flowers. In the middle of my first class we were warned that the whole school was on lockdown, which we knew had something to do with Monday's tragedy.

All day long, I couldn't quite shake how I'd been shaken in those thirty locked-down minutes. I knew that just because something happened in Virginia didn't mean it would happen anywhere else, in the same way that the rain could be coming down in one place and the sun shining in another. It turned out to be nothing, and by the afternon people were laughing at the realization that the suspicious individual was toting nothing more dangerous than an umbrella.

How do you get out of this fear, though? I wondered. One can be in bondage without locked doors, because bondage to fear is internal.

I reflected last night on God's goodness to me during the day, and how even during those thirty minutes we were having a class that was helping me do my job as a student. And in the midst of the panic, he was still helping me do my work, and still sovereignly in control of every hour. I borrowed the language of a Psalm, and thanked the Lord, who had made marvelous His lovingkindness to me in a besieged city.

Morning has Broken

Morning has not yet broken, but as I sit with my coffee mug in front of my workroom window, I am absolutely sure it will, and I will thank the Lord for it. I woke up with this song in my mind - I absolutely love it, it is one of my favorite hymns. I think I was just anticipating how God would be good, but as I sang the words, I knew that they were not quite true, because, well, I sang them very early (so early I couldn't even sing out loud because my vocal chords were drowsy).

My guided Bible study today was on Romans 13:12-14, which says that the night is almost past, and the day is near. The day referred to is Christ's return. The New Testament writers wrote in several places that His coming was very near, nearer than they originally thought, so near that it should affect our everyday behavior. Well, they wrote that 2000 years ago. Were they mistaken? I can't help relating it to my singing morning songs before the morning has risen. I absolutely know it's coming, and I'm so thrilled about it it affects my behavior. I know I'm no fool to praise God for the sunlight even though it hasn't come yet.

He is so good - the dawn of each morning is just a token of a future glorious dawn. Awake my heart! We'll awaken the dawn!

A New Song

It's been a long time since I've posted. I've still been thinking about the words of songs, and in the meantime, God has put a new song in my heart - a song of freedom and trust - a song of courage, deliverance, and strength! It is beauty for ashes, strength for fear, and I know that the Lord is the only one who could bring it out - Glory to God.

I may seem like a ranter for a while. I'm a person who has just found something new and hasn't found the proper or accepted terms in which to speak about it, but I gotta testify! Glory to God!

God is so good, so patient, so timely. The silences are just the hush before the symphony, I think. The contrast to freshen your spiritual palette.

It is cold this day in April. Tax day - maybe some will think its frigidity appropriate, but never mind. I am content with my coffee, my computer, and even with the cold. It brings back Christmassy feelings. This past Christmas was so great that after it I started making plans for this year's Christmas. Hopefully I will have a gift to give friends and family in the form of a new song about Christmas - more on that later!

Happy Sunday!

Wonderful, Wonderful Jesus!

My music minister introduced me to a hymn a few weeks ago by singing it as a special. I'm so glad he did - it's a good one, and I really like it because it talks about songs. Here comes the first verse:

There is never a day so dreary,
There is never a night so long
But the soul that is trusting in Jesus
Will somewhere find a song.

The other verses have the same effect - there is never a situation in which the godsong can't be heard in a Christian's heart. This is a tremendous reality for christians that I'm just beginning to embrace myself. The chorus brings the praise back to Jesus -

Wonderful, wonderful Jesus,
In the heart He implanteth a song:
A song of deliverance, of courage, of strength;
In the heart He implanteth a song.

I like to think of the song as joy, which is part of the fruit of the Spirit. That joy is a token - an intimation of things not seen, but believed. I would not know to sing a song of joy unless someone else were provoking me to do so, and I'm so glad the song is there, reminding me that God is good.

Words: Anna B. Russell. Music: Ernest O. Sellers

Beautiful Letdown (Switchfoot pt. 2)

I can't get "Beautiful Letdown" off my mind... I'm trying to figure out what's beautiful about what the guys are talking about, especially as I consider doing something that feels more like a letdown... they say,

What a beautiful letdown
Painfully uncool
The church of the drop outs, the losers, the sinners, the failures, and the fools.
What a beautiful letdown
Are we salt in the wound?
Let us sing one true tune.

KMM

A New Song

I was looking toward my backyard this morning and a song of the Spring welled up in my heart like a breath of fresh air in my lungs. It was perfect. This morning I read a story about a man who began to write new songs about God once he became a Christian, and others in his community began to listen and understand the message. Hooray for new songs! Well, I decided that in keeping with the theme of newness, that I would post something I wrote a few weeks ago in combination with something I wrote today. It's not exactly a song - it's just a poem at this point - but if someone wants to add a melody to it, go ahead, and let me hear it!

Nothing is wasted
The grief is for aught
It's moments of mercy,
but not like you thought,
It's compulsory surrender
In pain, on your knees
You'll always remember
What you've come to believe.
Through sorrow and healing
Your light will break through
Each morning revealing
His mercies anew
All you've known brings
Mercy home to you.

Outside where the gardens grow
Is where my heartsong flies
Something in that beauty
Something Spring does to me
My heart says, "renewal!"
My sleeping joy wakes -
I'm gonna find that song today
No matter what it takes.

Hmm... when it's my own stuff I'm biased... I'd like to think these two verses go together thematically - suffering and joy - but maybe they don't. Maybe there are too many syllables in the second verse. This time I'd really like to hear from friends who read my blog!

Peace out...

Held

Last week I had the pleasure of watching Natalie Grant sing this song on television, and then hearing friend sing it in church. It's a strongly sentimental song, and I think it contains some good advice. If not, it's a song that opens peoples' hearts, and allows them to receive comfort from the Lord.

It goes like this.

Two months is too little;
They let him go
They had no
Sudden healing.
To think that Providence
Would take a child
From his mother while she prayed
Is appalling.
Who told us we'd be rescued?
What has changed and
Why should we be saved
From nightmares?
--- I'm not sure what she means by "what has changed." The tone of the song has changed abruptly and it's a little confusing. Does she mean that thinking that Providence would take an infant from his praying mother is appalling is a change? But anyway, it's a good question that she asks: why should we be saved from nightmares?

We're asking why this happened
To those of us who have died to live
It's unfair.

--- Of course we ask why this happened. We want things to make sense. There's a question of enjambment here - is it, "we're asking why this happened to those of us," or, "to those of us who have died live it's unfair"? After this ambibuity comes the chorus:

This is what it means
To be held
How it feels
When the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is
To be loved
And to know
That the promise was when everything fell we'd be held.

--- I know that I am held all the time by the Father, not just when everything else falls - in fact, to some extent, it's all already fallen - I mean, who do I really have but God? So I wonder what the song means when it says "this is what it means." What does it mean to be held? The best sense I can make of it is that it's about resting in God's protection and sovereignty when everything else falls apart. But that's not an answer to the mistaken notion that we'd be rescued and spared from nightmares, which belief can cause a person to become bitter against the Lord.

Speaking of bitterness, the song talks about it. This is my faavorite part:

This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it
Let the hatred numb
Our sorrow.

The wise hand opens slowly
To lilies of the valley and
Tomorrow.

--- This part makes sense to me impressionistically; it's pretty deep and analytical, too. That I would want to focus on the hatred so I wouldn't hurt so much is interesting; I think hatred functions as another form of self-hurt. My hurting can not give any grief or in any way affect the original cause of my hurt, so hurting for hurting's sake only causes more personal hurt. That's why I like the next line - the wise hand opens - slowly - to possible blessings in the future.

I hope this song and these notes bless someone. Good things can happen when you really think about the words of songs.

KMM

Christ the Lord is Risen Today!

Easter Sunday! I love worshipping with my church, but I especially love it on the day when we celebrate the resurrection of Christ. My music minister tells me that it was customary at some point in church history for the leader to call out, "He is risen!" and the congregation to respond, "He is risen indeed!" We like this tradition, so we do it at our church every Easter. Such an exclamation expresses the joy of one simple but life-changing truth. It is life-changing because death is the great equalizer, and the great inevitable for all of us, and yet, it is not unconquerable, because God has power over it. I gotta say it - Hallelujah!

Apparently Charles Wesley felt the same impulse, because he punctuated each line of his hymn, "Christ the Lord is Risen Today," with an "Alleluia," which is the holy equivalent to "woohoo" and actually means "Praise God." So when you hear someone say alleluia instead of "woohoo," or "great!" they're not just trying to be stuffy, they're being specific in directing their praise.

I'd like to interpret a few of the alleuias in "Christ the Lord is Risen Today," because I think I can. Someone else might choose different lines or interpret them differently, and that would actually be great. Being different or seeing things from a different angle doesn't make us contradictory or prevent us from getting along. This is my blog, though, so I'm going to tell you which of the alleluias really swelled in my heart.

Lives again our glorious King!
Alleuia! He did not stay dead!
Where, O Death, is now thy sting?
Alleluia! That was a line from scripture. Nicely rhymed.
Love's redeeming work is done
Alleuia! God loved us enough to bring us back to Him, and the project of forgiveness is complete!
Fought the fight, the battle won!
Alleluia! I could not have won that battle on my own.
Made like Him, like Him we rise,
Alleluia! But wait a minute, there's some serious theology packed in this tidy little line. I think it means that when we become Christians, that is, when we accept God's gift and God's authority, we become like his son, Jesus, somehow. And the Bible says that one day the dead in Christ - Christians who died - will be brought back to life and given new bodies, like Christ was. It's even too complicated for me, but it sets up this next line:
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies
Alleuia! When a writer deliberately omits conjunctions from a series it's called "asyndeton," and it is often done at the end of speech or other discourse. This is the last line of the song, and it's a big finish. Forgiveness comes through the cross. The grave proves that the work of sacrifice was complete. As Christ was resurrected, so will we be one day. No need for extra padding of conjunctions to make it seem significant - the cross, the grave, the skies. What can we get that is worth more that that? Alleluia!

Happy Easter.

KMM

Music: Lyra Davidica

How Firm a Foundation

Again I owe inspiration and affirmation to a hymn. The first verse sets up that God's word is full of things I need to hear, and the last three are Him speaking to me through His word. That first verse reminds me to read His word and believe it.

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord
Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word!
What more can He say than to you He hath said,
To you who for refuge to Jesus have fled?

Words: John Rippon, Music: Joseph Funk

Smells Like ... Lifehouse?

So on my morning walk I was listening to the Stanley Climbfall album by Lifehouse and mused again at how much "Out of Breath" sounds like something by Nirvana. It's a really athletic song about pursuing a goal, and if you listen to it while you exercise, you will get out of breath, but in a good way.

The lyrics reminded me of a recent conversation I had with someone about Hebrews 12:1. That verse says: "Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off every encumbrance, and the sin that so easily entangles us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us" (emphasis mine, and I'm quoting from memory, so there might also be mistakes, but I know it's close). I was having a conversation with a person who has made mistakes but now wants to really run after Christ. This person knew where they came from, and knew that to get closer to the Lord they needed to run, and to run, they needed to let go of some things. I praise the Lord that this person wants to run again! You know who you are, and this song reminded me of you.

I still feel the same
Though everything has changed
The pain it cost now I feel lost inside of my own name

The past has left its stain
Now I feel the shame
I'll seize the day if you take away the chains of yesterday

But I keep running
I am running
I keep living for the day that I'm with you
And I am waiting
I keep waiting for the day that I'm with you

A new day the sun is shining
Seems I'm closer to finding
That life is more than what we hide
No way that I am turning
As long as this sun is burning
It seems now that all I want is you...

When your past faces you, keep turning to Him, and when your present has extra baggage, let it go! Keep running the race!

And, you-know-who, I want you to know the Lord used you in my life, too, to remind me to throw off everything that hinders and sins that entangle, and run.

"Out of Breath," by Jason Wade and Ron Aniello, from the Lifehouse album Stanley Climbfall, published 2002 by G-Chills/ Songs of DreamWorks/ Aneillo Music (BMI).

How Great

Two songs from The David Crowder* Band's album Illuminate were on my mind this morning, and I thought they were the same song. I enjoy this album a lot, as it contains one of my favorite contemporary praise songs, "O Praise Him (All This for a King)" and also lots of lyrics and licks that make you realize that the Crowder boys are free-spirited but know exactly what they're doing. They're worshipping the Lord with new songs. Praise Him!

The two on my mind were, "How Great," and "Intoxicating." Squeamish listeners will have to get over that the Crowder Band, like Derek Webb, often uses metaphors of intoxication to describe the joy and rapture they find in the Lord. The lyricists creatively assist listeners in understand the spirit of the song. For instance, lyrics like:

If I'm out of my mind it's You, you
'Cause I'm crazy in love with You, You
Inebriated by You, You
'Cause I'm head over heels for You, You

(from "Intoxicating") make more sense when the song bursts into a chorus of -

La, la dee da
La dee da, dee da
Dee da da da

- with full vocals and a roaring band behind it. This song and this band is about being completely in love, captured, consumed, impassioned.

"Intoxicating" is a hard act to follow, but actually what I thought of first this morning were a few lines from "How Great." Sometimes a situation reminds you of a song, and in this case, the song helped me form an attitude of praise for the day. Like other Crowder songs, this one has some moments that are lyrically simple, but the parts of the song taken together add up to beautiful praise. In case you're wondering, here are the words I thought of this morning, that I hope run through my mind all day.

What a glorious day
What a wonderful day, today
Glorious day.

How great your love for us
How great our love for You
That grace could cover us
How great your love.

It could be a glorious, wonderful day! Peace out!

"How Great" and "Intoxicating" words and music by David Crowder from the album Illuminate, 2003, Sparrow Records /Six Steps Music.