The clouds were also particularly amazing today once the gray broke a little and i got a text from my friend steve, referring to them as "my clouds" and in a way ill take that haha. I mean the beauty of creation is a gift of love from God to all of us, to anyone who will stop and receive it, behold it.
Behold has a sweet definition:
To fix the eyes upon; to see with attention, to observe with care
One thing I have desired of the Lord,
That will I seek;
To dwell in the house of the Lord,
all the days of my life,
To behold the beauty of the Lord,
and to inquire in His temple.
psalm 27
To behold the beauty of the Lord,
and to inquire in His temple.
psalm 27
So anyway, I know that these yellow flowers point to a creator and tell me about him, and I know this is why I love them so much, why it makes my heart happy just to see them everywhere I look, to see Him everywhere I look. So I got to work and had some spare time so I decided to write about it a little and see what could happen. Heres that:
Yellow bursting forth against the sky
blue or gray
it doesnt matter what kind of day
Yellow announces spring has come-
new life has already begun
it whispers softly through the breeze,
leave the sorrow and the worry for tomorrow
today is here, is now, let go of the fear and
Come away.
Come ride on the glory of this moment
Yellow without warning
Yellow glowing, burning
Yellow everywhere you're turning
Behold the color of new,
fix your attention on its shade, its hue
breathe grace in, let your spirit be renewed.
Now it draws your gaze
from sky to tree to ground
I can almost hear the sound
of Heavens constant praise
as He laughs and sings along
with all that He has made and
loves and gave,
gave to me.
This yellow is a gift.
It comes down from the Father of lights
He doesn't change like shadows shifting
from morning until night
He always offers Yellow to me, to you.
Yellow in the undertones of skin and bone
of Jesus Christ, only son.
Yellow in the groans,
souls deep crying, trying, finding
faith in unfailing Fathers love
even in the midst of spilling Spirit-filling blood,
life flowing without limit from the spring within
For me this river runs from the wells supply,
deep inside of
Him.
Just when all is lost and winters cold dark hands have grasped the soul
dawn breaks, Yellow warmth shines through
death could not hold this mans right hand,
could not restrain Living Hope's cry,
"Behold, I make ALL things new."
This yellow blooming forth from under earth
it catches my eye, surely creation cannot lie
Wisdom himself gives in hopes I will receive,
He motions to the empty tomb and asks my heart,
Will you believe what is behind a
single yellow bloom.
Beholding your beauty is all that I long for
to worship you Jesus is my sole desire
For this very heart you have shaped for your pleasure
purposed to lift your name high
Here in surrender
in pure adoration
I enter your courts with an offering of praise
I am your servant come to bring you glory
as is fit for the works of your hand
Now unto the lamb who sits on the throne
be glory and honor and praise
all of creation resounds with the song
worship and praise Him
Lord of Lords
to worship you Jesus is my sole desire
For this very heart you have shaped for your pleasure
purposed to lift your name high
Here in surrender
in pure adoration
I enter your courts with an offering of praise
I am your servant come to bring you glory
as is fit for the works of your hand
Now unto the lamb who sits on the throne
be glory and honor and praise
all of creation resounds with the song
worship and praise Him
Lord of Lords
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