If it hasn’t filled you, it’s for you; thus, ministry occurs in the overflow of what you and Christ share.
Never forget the days that humbled you.
Moon at my window—Oh, so bright!—like the light of an angel. You are guard of the night, watching and protecting all who sleep, there to let the animals see.
Sun on my face, fiery Chariot of Day! When you arrive, colors leap to life and the darkness hides. You make the world beautiful and take away coldness and fear.
Stars in my eyes…way up high, torches lit in the constant night. You are the cosmic sands of time scattered throughout the vast unknown. Quietly you come and go, endlessly.
LORD of incredible wonder, you made them all. You are God—how beautiful you must be! And your Heaven is surely greater than these, a paradise for the King and his children!