Really late last night, I was listening to some music and I heard an old, yet powerful song and wrote something about it, in remembrance of a time when we sang it at Camp Barnabas.
I just listened to an incredible song, "Here I am to Worship"...
here I am to worship
here I am to bow down
here I am to say that You're my God
You're altogether lovely
Altogether worthy
Altogether wonderful to me
It reminded me of a lot of things, one of them being a time at Barnabas where we sang it. It was Sunday morning and I remember the really cool breeze and the incredible view of creation at IP. My heart was fully aware of the words and I was singing the words with great meaning, just as I did again tonight. I remember singing them after a long week; singing 'here I am to worship' -- letting God know I was ready and prepared because I knew He'd already been working in and through me all week. I remember singing 'here I am to bow down'...reminded of the time during the week where I'd been stripped of everything, but God's mighty strength, forcing me to surrender myself before Him. 'Here I am to say that you're my God' -- proclaiming His name and who I was there to serve. With complete honesty I was able to shout that He is altogether lovely...noticing His ever-present creation before my very eyes, and His overwhelming presence in my heart. Singing: altogether worthy...remembering the things He's done for me...and replaying the special relationships and the ongoing laughs He'd been a part of all week, and He was so worthy of it all. Worthy of everything. And altogether wonderful to me. Gifting me in seeing such amazing love and being able to experience the true joy in serving others unselfishly, and humbling myself before God. So wonderful to me. And here and now I remember that time and that moment where we sang this song at camp...and here I sing it again, by myself, in the silence of my room, reminded of how worthy He is no matter where I am. And I'll never know how much it cost, to see my sin upon that cross. The cross that holds my sin and upon which my Savior died for me. And because of that He is altogether worthy and oh so lovely. What a wonderful cross...looking over creation. Such a beautiful picture that I will never forget. Just as plain and clear as it was at Barnabas--it is here in the stillness and quiet of my room--that the cross represents how low my Jesus stooped down just to save me, and now he is lifted so high, and is worthy of all praise. Thank you Jesus for the beautiful cross...may you be made famous through the life you gave me.
Friday, August 24, 2007
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