She Looks To The Sky
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You will never let me go
Held in Your arms of love
No eye can see, no ear has heard
No mind can conceive what You prepare for me
Where You go there I will be
One day, there I will be, One day
Because of Your grace
All is not lost
Because of the cross, all is forgiven
Because You have risen
All that was old is made new
I love You, because You first loved me
I love You, because You first loved me
Because You first loved me
Fairest Lord Jesus, ruler of all nature
O thou of God and man the Son
Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor
Thou, my soul’s glory, joy, and crown
Fair are the meadows, fairer still the woodlands
Robed in the blooming garb of spring
Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purer
Who makes the woeful heart to sing
Fair is the sunshine, fairer still the moonlight
And all the twinkling starry host
Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purer
Than all the angels heaven can boast
This song was inspired by a poem written by Jonathan Edwards about his fiancé Sarah Pierrepont. The poem made me think of what the bride of Christ looks like to those who are watching.
They say she is loved by the greatest of all
Who have walked in the world
He lives far away, still she spends all her days
Content with only His words
She often walks alone, but never is she lonely
You can offer her anything
Her affections are all for Him only
She looks to the sky
As if He is coming down through the clouds up above
Though no one has seen Him you cannot deny
She is drenched with His love
She often walks alone, but never is she lonely
You can offer her anything
Her affections are all for Him only
All the day long she sings sweetly
She says He speaks to her mind
She’s only rich with affliction
Yet a bitter word you won’t find
She lives with assurance
He loves her too deeply
To let such distance remain
She’s brimming with longing
For Him to come calling
And sweep her away
When peace like a river, attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot
Thou hast taught me to say
It is well, it is well, with my soul
It is well, with my soul
It is well, with my soul
It is well, with my soul
It is well, it is well, with my soul
But Lord, ’tis for Thee
For Thy coming we wait
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul.
And Lord, haste the day
When my faith shall be sight
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll
The trump shall resound
And the Lord shall descend
Even so, it is well with my soul
O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder
Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder
Thy power throughout the universe displayed
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee
How great Thou art, How great Thou art
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee
How great Thou art, How great Thou art
When through the woods, and forest glades I wander
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze
And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in
That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing
He bled and died to take away my sin
When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart
Then I shall bow, in humble adoration
And then proclaim: “My God, how great Thou art!
This song was inspired by a stranger who became my brother during a prayer one evening. I stood on stage while the 4th invitation was given. Finally, a man with repentance in his eyes stood slowly to his feet. It was as if all of heaven exhaled. I will never forget.
This is the body broken for you
This is the veil torn in two
This is the entrance to God’s holy throne
This is Jesus
This is the voice calling your name
Out of the shadows out of the pain
This is forgiveness this is your freedom
Somebody loves you
Behold the Lamb of God
The Champion of your soul
There is no greater love
This human heart will ever know
Are you thirsty, come to Jesus
Drink the water that will never run dry
Are you weary, come to Jesus
Leave the wreckage and the sorrow behind
There’s a peace I’ve come to know
Though my heart and flesh may fail
There’s an anchor for my soul
I can say “It is well”
Jesus has overcome
And the grave is overwhelmed
The victory is won
He is risen from the dead
I will rise when He calls my name
No more sorrow, no more pain
I will rise on eagles’ wings
Before my God fall on my knees
And rise, I will rise
There’s a day that’s drawing near
When this darkness breaks to light
And the shadows disappear
And my faith shall be my eyes
Jesus has overcome
And the grave is overwhelmed
The victory is won
He is risen from the dead
And I hear the voice of many angels sing
“Worthy is the Lamb”
And I hear the cry of every longing heart
“Worthy is the Lamb”
And I hear the voice of many angels sing
“Worthy is the Lamb”
And I hear the cry of every longing heart
“Worthy is the Lamb”
The more I see You as You are
The more You show me who I am
Oh bright and shining Morning Star
Your light reveals my heart within
So please come in and
Shine on my life, shine on my life again
Shine on my life, shine on my life again
Your holiness reveals my sin
Which brings me back to grace again
To loving arms and loving hands
The place I find my refuge in
I had a dream I heard a great sound
It was God coming down to find me
There was light all around
It was brighter than lightning
And it covered the earth like a blanket
I shed all sadness and striving
Like worn out old clothing
And I was relinquished from gravity
I breathed a sigh of relief, like a soldier after war
Like a soldier that finally made it home
When I opened my eyes
To six inches of sky
Through the half opened blinds on my window
I had to smile, full of the feeling
That this dream of mine would come true
Recorded live: Sherri sang while Danny played guitar
Civilla Martin, who wrote the lyrics, said this about her inspiration to write the song: “Early in the spring of 1905, my husband and I were sojourning in Elmira, New York. We contracted a deep friendship for a couple by the name of Mr. and Mrs. Doolittle-true saints of God. Mrs. Doolittle had been bedridden for nigh twenty years. Her husband was an incurable cripple who had to propel himself to and from his business in a wheel chair. Despite their afflictions, they lived happy Christian lives, bringing inspiration and comfort to all who knew them. One day while we were visiting with the Doolittles, my husband commented on their bright hopefulness and asked them for the secret of it. Mrs. Doolittle’s reply was simple: “His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.” The beauty of this simple expression of boundless faith gripped the hearts and fired the imagination of Dr. Martin and me. The hymn “His Eye Is on the Sparrow” was the outcome of that experience.” — Civilla Martin
Why should I feel discouraged
Why should the shadows come
Why should my heart be lonely
And long for heav’n and home
When Jesus is my portion, My constant Friend is He
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me
I sing because I’m happy
I sing because I’m free
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me
One day I sat down to record a melody onto my noisy laptop – when I played it back I heard the birds outside my window singing along. The birds make me smile, and I thought you might like to hear them to. Thanks for listening, and if you have read all the way to this, thanks for caring about these little things. We have that in common. Blessings to you friend.
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say
It is well, it is well with my soul