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Still talking about songs and the mystical crafting of lyrics, there is this one song with a single verse that caught my heart once and is tugging at my soul again. “Desert song” by Hillsong. The last stanza goes thus:
This is my prayer in the harvest When favour and providence flows I know I’m filled to be emptied again the seed I’ve received I will sow
Now sometime last week, I admonished us to ‘stay empty’, “how?” you may ask. This song tells us how. For every season we are filled, we are filled ONLY to be emptied again. Personally the verse speaks to me about giving. It speaks of harvest, and in Psalms 126, we learn that he that sows in tears shall reap in joy — he shall come again rejoicing bringing his sheaves with him. So the weeping sower returns with a harvest ONLY TO BE EMPTIED AGAIN. Meaning he sows that which he received. There is a call in the Spirit to sow not just your best but go BEYOND your best. Give it all. Give it all. Give it all. Isn’t that why he goes out weeping bearing precious seeds? It must be because what he is about to sow is beyond his best — I sense it must be his ALL. I do not know what that means to you but I do know that you are being filled ONLY to be emptied again.
Psalm 126:6 Those who go out weeping, carrying seed to sow, will return with songs of joy, carrying sheaves with them. — NIV
Wonder
The fabric of our Christianity at different points in history have been thick and sturdy and somewhat in destructible. Today, however I sense that that fabric is now like an old worn cloth, shredding at the edges, patched all over, with loose seams, tattered like a forgotten flag hanging limp in the wind. There is no substance, no texture, no weight. No wonder. Another song that’s been in my spirit lately is a spontaneous rendition by Amanda Cook in Bethel Music — “May we never lose our wonder.” That wonder, that awesomeness, that mysteriousness and superlativeness is absolutely part of our Christianity. The moment our lives lose that evidence and the mysteriousness that comes as a result of the workings of The Word in our lives — the workings of Jesus, then we begin to wear out. We become like that forgotten, limp, old, and worn flag flapping helplessly in the wind. It is my prayer that you never lose your wonder.
1 John 1:1 That which was from the beginning, which we have heard, which we have seen with our eyes, which we have looked at and our hands have touched - this we proclaim concerning the Word of life. — NIV
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