An Old Song...

In the beauty of a rainbow

There's something that whispers Your name

There's more than a promise

In those colors all aflame

They're singing about tomorrow

And beautiful things to come

pre-chorus:

I know that You are returning

That's why I'm always looking at the sky

Because I am longing

For that day when You arrive

chorus:

I want to see You, Jesus

I want to be with You

I can't wait for that day when You're coming

I want to hear Your voice

And walk with You

I can't wait for the day when You're coming back

When you come to take me home someday

To be with You for eternity

I will bow before Your mighty throne

And that's where I will stay

In the wonder of a sunrise

I feel Your Presence near

More than a new day

Your washing away the fear

And I'm catching a glimpse of Your glory

And beautiful things to come

In the power of the ocean
The waves are singing Your praise

More than a new song

Of all Your glorious ways

I'm dreaming about the future

And powerful things to come

written: dec. 18, 2007 + feb. 2008

Logan

He had just turned six years old. With blue eyes and white-blond hair, he was a little terror. I was reminded very quickly of the death grip with which sin takes hold of lives from such a young age. But from the very first time I laid eyes on him, I knew that all he wanted was someone to love him, and in that very short week that we would know each other, that is exactly what I planned to do. He would fight with the other kids just to gain my attention, cry like a baby when he was reprimanded, and the next minute show how well on his way he was to mastering the "tough guy" act. He seemed not able to call me anything but "teacher" and would continuously give me "bear hugs".



It was right before snack time when someone announced that everyone needed to quiet down because we were going to pray. I felt a tug on my sleeve and looked down to see those big questioning blue eyes looking into mine as he said, "teacher, what is pray?" I knelt down and said gently, "it is when we talk to God". His next words greatly surprised me. "I saw God once!" he stated confidently. I was a little taken aback and thoughts ran through my head saying "no one has ever seen God; what is this little boy talking about?" But then I thought of the love of Jesus, "doesn't He manifest Himself to people? He loves the children!" So looking once more at him, I asked, "where did you see Him?"

"I saw Him here; He was here last year!" he replied.