... reaching for the Son

I use to believe in a God who smiled occasionally, when I did something that made Him happy. Now I know a God who beams over me day and night, every second of my existence.






Tuesday, February 7, 2012

And they did it all wrong...

And they did it all wrong...
But they loved, they sat at His feet when I still felt ashamed. How could they be so bold?
They did it all wrong,
But they trusted and obeyed.
They did it all wrong,
But their faith unlike mine spoke for it’s self. They were more bold than me and the people I knew who did it all right.
They did it all wrong,
But they saw more miracles than I ever thought possible.
They did it all wrong,
But people were being loved.
They did it all wrong,
But they brought in more lost sons and daughters than any of the ones I knew who were doing it right.
They did it all wrong,
But they had more life, joy and adventure than anyone I knew.
They did it all wrong,
But they saw more of heaven on earth in a day than I ever hoped to.
They did it all wrong,
But they knew Jesus and spoke of his face in a way that I knew meant they had seen it.
They did it all wrong,
But they didn’t seem to know, and if they did they didn’t care.
Maybe I was the one who was really wrong.....

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