Song for a Sunday // Let me be SINGING when the evening comes

Matt Redman is the greatest hymnist of our day.  If the Lord tarries, the church will be singing his songs a hundred years from now.  They will last.

He just writes the best lyrics, ancient truth with fresh words.


My favorite line:

Whatever may pass and whatever lies before me, let me be singing when the evening comes.

I am watching Kai this early Sunday morning while his parents lead worship at two services in Loveland.  The drive over was magical.  The sun rose like a ball of pink and orange fire and I let it consume my rear-view mirror and nearly blind me to be lit up by it.  Ahead of me were crystal-clear, generously snow-capped mountains (yes, it is majesty) and on each side of the road, steamy-fog was rising rapidly, dancing wildly and burning off in the blaze of morning glory.

Kai and I are sitting in the morning sun now, singing…singing…singing to the bird-chip sounds.

It’s easy to sing in the new light of day.

But the song – It is like a prayer: whatever happens today, Lord, whatever obstacles I face, whatever pain I encounter, whatever hardship, whatever doesn’t go like I thought it should; all the good, the bad and the ugly I see, I say to my own soul {my mind-my will-my emotions} Bless the Lord, oh my soul.  And even if I am limping to get there, Let me be singing {still} when the evening comes.  Amen!

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