Imagine an artist whose art comes to life…
His paintings leap from their canvasses,
his sculptures break free and move,
His storied characters rise from their pages,
his poetry blossoms and breathes.
Whatever he creates takes shape,
their lungs filling up with air.
Whatever he envisions comes to be,
for life flows from his giving hands.
Now, imagine his creations in the world
where they live and they interact.
Imagine they’re given free will,
granted freedom upon the earth.
Their environment is sublime,
their surroundings are so pristine.
They commune together here, at peace
with each other and their creator.
Next, imagine that they rebel,
they reject their giver of life.
Chaos, anguish, and ire ensue,
pain and hate take root.
What once was a place of harmony
has been plagued and riddled by evil.
The creations are razing their canvas to the ground,
their creator just watches them go…
There are wells of tears in his eyes
and his heart is beyond broken.
His paintings have discolored,
his sculptures have all contorted.
His characters have been manipulated,
his poetry has turned against him.
All that he’s created has changed,
warped by the evil in their hearts.
All that he had dreamed and envisioned
has been lost, ruined, undone.
He gave of himself in their creation,
but his love was not returned to him.
Now, imagine that we are his paintings,
know that we are his sculptures.
Understand that we are his characters,
believe that we are his poetry.
His life still flows through our veins,
his breath still breathes in our lungs.
His love still beats in our hearts,
and his touch is still within reach.
His longing stands before us,
his arms are open wide.
His embrace will reshape and remold us
into what he dreamed we would be.
Now, imagine he’s painting our path,
know that he’s sculpting our souls.
Understand he’s the author of our lives,
and believe our poetry is still being penned…
Sometimes the world feels so big, and I feel quite small.
There are things to do that I haven’t yet figured out how.
There are places to go that I’m unsure where to look.
There are people to meet that I’m unfamiliar with.
There are mountains to climb, yet I am still unequipped.
There are oceans to cross, yet I haven’t the stamina to swim.
I peer out the window and see the world, tall and ominous.
The people around me move so quickly that I can’t react.
There are days that pass by and I feel all too unaccomplished.
There are nights that worry prevents me from sleeping.
It’s difficult to admit when I feel overwhelmed.
It’s often embarrassing to ask another for help.
I’m no longer a boy, but am I truly a man?
I’m no longer a student, but there’s much more to learn.
The ambient noises are sometimes overbearing.
The constant advice is sometimes taken as criticism.
In this world so large, I’m truly very small.
I am a leaf on the wind, a single drop in the wide sea.
And so I close my eyes to escape the weight.
I close my eyes to dream of a place otherworldly.
I dream of feeling wanted, needed, loved.
It’s a distant and lofty dream, dreamt with regularity.
I close my eyes tightly and I drift off to sleep.
And when I awaken, I know what awaits me in spirit.
When I arise, I know that I’ll be embraced.
For I have been created and I am dearly loved.
I am wanted for a purpose, needed for many things.
In my life I will take countless small steps.
But when added up, I will have walked a great distance.
And so, I close my eyes tonight, ready for sleep.
I will once again think these very thoughts.
Once again I will dream this very dream.
And when I stir in the morning, I will once again rise.
Though small I will stand, and I will take many small steps.
I will go a great distance, until I become weary once more.
There I will lie down to sleep, to dream, and again to rise.
Stained by sin are the tips of my fingers
Stalked by death the steps that I take
Proud is the heart that beats in my chest
Sin is what’s left in my wake
Broken are the bridges that daily I build
Flawed are the friendships I keep
There are no ways to undo what I’ve done
The debt I’ve incurred is too steep
Someone must cover the cost of my sin
Someone must pay for my life
Nothing I do or say will suffice
I need the one they call Christ
Jesus Christ is the very Son of God
And He’s willfully died in my place
He’s gone as the lamb is led to the slaughter
He’s bestowed on all sinners His grace
Perfect was the life that Jesus had lived
Undeserving was the death that He died
But unworthy a foe the grave did prove
For Jesus has risen, He’s alive!
Not even the clutches of death could hold Him
There is no power below or above
Christ will triumph again and again
There is no match for His love
What we deserve is a sinner’s death
But Christ died for you and for me
Death could not hold Him, nor will it ever
Thus by Christ we’re alive, we’re free
Lo que siento por ti no se puede expresar con palabras,
Lo que siento por ti es más profundo y más amplio
que incluso los océanos.
La extensión de aguas no podría ni acercarse
al amor que te tengo.
La profundidad del mar es menos que una sola gota
de lo que siento por ti.
Las lluvias podrían inundar toda la tierra
y tampoco sería más grande que nuestro amor.
Lo que siento por ti se desarrolló en instantes,
y a la vez sigue creciendo.
Cada día aprendo cosas nuevas sobre ti
y cada día me asombras más y más.
Jamás pensé que podría sentir algo tan fuerte
que mi corazón no pudiera contenerlo.
Mi amor por ti excede la capacidad de mis células
y no lo puedo negar.
Lo que siento por ti no tiene límites
y sigue expandiendo más aún.
La palabra “sentimiento” no es suficiente
para describir lo que tenemos tú y yo.
Mi cerebro piensa en amarte, mi corazón quiere amarte,
y mi alma necesita amarte.
Con cada fibra de mi ser,
deseo y planeo amarte.
Lo que siento por ti no tiene fin,
y sé que nunca se va a acabar.
Nunca antes hubiera podido imaginar
que el amor fuera así.
Tan fuerte es lo que siento por ti
que no lo puedo mantener adentro.
Con gozo y alegría te amo
en cada momento de mi vida.
Lo que siento por ti es el amor verdadero
que crece y crece y no deja de crecer.
Cada día pienso que no sería posible
Pero cada día que sigue me doy cuenta
de que estaba equivocado.
No hay otra palabra que amor para describir
lo que siento por ti.
Lo que siento por ti nunca será superado,
sin importar lo que pase.
Si te llevaran al otro lado de la galaxia,
Si me prohibieran de verte para siempre,
Y sabiendo bien que esas dos cosas podrían pasar,
Lo que siento por ti, amor mío,
es amor como Dios lo destinó.
Sitting in the garden alone,
I pray out to the Lord who sits on His throne.
I marvel at His majesty,
and wonder why He would ever think of me.
I am just a sinful man,
tainted by the world, with sin on my hands.
The words I pray are quiet and small;
how could they ever matter to the Lord of All?
Sunday morning we all sing,
lifting up our voices in praise to the King.
Some will raise their hands to the sky
while others will kneel down to pray and to cry.
In unison we glorify,
but our words are often empty and our hearts so dry.
Five hundred voices harmonize,
and yet they do no justice to the Lord on High.
Angels in the heavenly clouds,
dancing and rejoicing and shouting out loud.
It’s an overwhelming sight,
joyful explosions of both sound and light.
Even the lions and the trees
are leaping in worship and bowing on their knees.
But still it’s simply not enough
to glorify a God who is so glorious.
Yet somehow God is more than pleased;
He’s filled with joy at the dancing of the trees.
He’s also honored by our songs;
even sung by sinners, He’d hear us all day long.
He is even happy with me;
a long lost son who’s come home on his knees.
Our God is oh so glorious,
yet He still longs to love and be loved by us.
Psalm 30 – Thank you, O Lord, for… lifting me up when I’m down, answering my call for help, bringing me up from the grave, looking on me with favor, keeping me secure, making my mountains stand firm, turning my wailing into dancing, clothing me with joy, and allowing my heart to sing!
Psalm 136 – Thank you, O Lord, for… being good, doing great wonders, understanding and making the heavens, spreading out the waters upon the earth, making the great lights, protecting Israel your people, leading them through the desert, freeing us from our enemies, remembering us always, giving food to every creature, and loving us forever!
Ephesians 1:15-23 – Thank you, O Lord, for… supplying us with faith, hearing our prayers, giving us the Spirit of wisdom and revelation, allowing us to know you, opening the eyes of our heart, revealing the hope of your glory, enlightening us, empowering us with your strength, raising Christ from the dead, granting Him rule and authority, and fulfilling us through Him!
Philippians 1:3-8 – Thank you, O Lord, for… giving us partners in the gospel, granting us the spirit of brotherhood, allowing us to pray with joy, giving us confidence, beginning a good work in us and carrying it on to completion, dwelling in our hearts, sharing with us your grace, abounding in love, and filling us with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ!
Psalm 100 – Thank you, O Lord, for… giving us a reason to shout for joy, allowing us to worship with gladness, hearing our joyful songs, being the one true God, making us and making us yours, ushering us into your gates, loving us with everlasting love, and being faithful through all generations!
Colossians 3:15-17 – Thank you, O Lord, for… sending the peace of Christ to rule our hearts, making us as one body, giving us reason to be grateful, sending the word of Christ to dwell in us, allowing us to teach with wisdom, inspiring us to sing and rejoice, being our every reason to give thanks, and accepting our thankfulness!