Monday, December 28, 2009

captivated.....




When I look into the mountains
I see Your fame
When I look into the night's sky
It sparkles Your name

The wind and the clouds and the blue in the sky
The sun and the moon and the stars so high
That's what draws me to You

I am, I'm captivated by You
In all that You do
I am, I'm captivated

When I wake unto the morning
It gives me Your sight
When I look across the ocean
It echoes Your might

The sand on the shore and the waves in the sea
The air in my lungs and the way You made me
That's what draws me to You

I am, I'm captivated by You
In all that You do
I am, I'm captivated

'Cause I am, I'm captivated by You
In all that You do
I am, I'm captivated

The wind and the clouds and the blue in the sky
The sun and the moon and the stars so high
The sand on the shore and the waves in the sea
The air in my lungs and the way You made me

The blood in my veins and my heart You invade
The plants how they grow and the tree and their shade
The way that I feel and love in my soul
I thank you my God for letting me, letting me know

I am, I'm captivated by You
In all that You do
I am, I'm captivated

'Cause I am, I'm captivated by You
In all that You do
I am, I'm captivated

--shawn mcdonald

that honey rock image-treasure trove of anointed-laughter-
Spirit-muscle-adventure-
pure faces and souls and hearts-big sky - water
pierces deep
split open my heart-treasure chest
broke open the well of my soul.

oh yes Singing with hands raised all the way up, dancing with the wind
praying while falling asleep at night on soft braided hair
holding hands with one another hands gritty and calloused from paddling
aying out under the big big sky after days of being out.....
oh yes Father God we welcome you in our hearts Big and Wild and Heart-pounding...

that Life is in Us deep, please course through our veins
make us your wild journeyers in our deepest places

2 comments:

Linnea said...

Beautiful, oh so beauty-full; these pictures, the lovely lyrics of captivating, your honey rock musings & memories, your heart so full of praise; pouring out worship.
deep, tearful sighs for all of it!
my heart joins yours in this prayer:
make us your wild journeyers in our deepest places.

doctorbarefoot said...

the big big sky, and your deep heart singing us all to worship in the open meadow-field. Oh Meadow Child, the wonderment of that Chesterton quote is so dear and poignant.