Monday, December 20, 2010

Christmas carols are being sung and again I find prayers escaping my lips.

From the archives:

Two weeks after Christmas still finds one of my little men continually singing Joy To The World. And I mean continually.... this morning as he sat there singing while he was building with his legos, I found myself thinking... pondering... praying...

Joy To The World
Yes, Joy to the world, my son.

The Lord Has Come
Our Lord has come. Our Savior. My son, grab the words...
He came for me, He came for you. He has come...

Let Earth Receive Her King
Yes, let us receive him. O Father, help us, help me, help us to receive You in Your fullness.

Let every heart prepare Him room
O Lord, let our hearts be fully open... Come, Come Lord Jesus. We want You. All of You.

And Heaven and Nature Sing. And Heaven and Nature Sing
Yes, Lord. May singing, may joy flow from the depths of our being. May our lives sing. Thank you Lord from coming... Thank you for the singing we see in nature, the singing that is all around us. All heaven and nature sings...

And Heaven and Nature Sing... And Heaven and Nature Sing...

1 comment:

  1. We as adults seem to get caught in a season. We sing Christmas carols only at Christmas and make snowflakes in the winter and paper flowers in the spring. Children don't see the world in such black and white. My little ones still go around the table every night saying what they are thankful for...and I, for one, am not going to stop them. :-)