Send some rain, would You send some rain? 'Cause the earth is dry and needs to drink again And the sun is high and we are sinking in the shade Would You send a cloud, thunder long and loud? Let the sky grow black and send some mercy down Surely You can see that we are thirsty and afraid But maybe not, not today Maybe You'll provide in other ways And if that's the case . . .
We'll give thanks to You With gratitude For lessons learned in how to thirst for You How to bless the very sun that warms our face If You never send us rain
Daily bread, give us daily bread Bless our bodies, keep our children fed Fill our cups, then fill them up again tonight Wrap us up and warm us through Tucked away beneath our sturdy roofs Let us slumber safe from danger's view this time Or maybe not, not today Maybe You'll provide in other ways And if that's the case . . .
We'll give thanks to You With gratitude A lesson learned to hunger after You That a starry sky offers a better view if no roof is overhead And if we never taste that bread
Oh, the differences that often are between What we want and what we really need
So grant us peace, Jesus, grant us peace Move our hearts to hear a single beat Between alibis and enemies tonight Or maybe not, not today Peace might be another world away And if that's the case . . .
We'll give thanks to You With gratitude For lessons learned in how to trust in You That we are blessed beyond what we could ever dream In abundance or in need And if You never grant us peace
But Jesus, would You please . . . [Gratitude Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]
One year ago I was sitting in church getting tearful while listening to Jen Kinsey sing "Gratitude" by Nichole Nordeman. I was then anticipating moving and leaving Kris and the kids for a few weeks. Last night I was outside taking pictures of yet another spectacular sunset and updates for this blog. As I looked up to take a picture I saw the moon showing through the purlins and phrases of that song came to mind...specifically the part that talks about a starry sky offers a better view if no roof is on our head. I was reminded once again that I am blessed beyond what I could ever dream. We tilled our field yesterday and as I am typing Kris is planting our acres with some sort of fescue/bluegrass mix. He and Dad W. finished the purlins yesterday. The roof boards are next.