While the church was officially opened over 2000 years ago, my church officially opened its new building last Sunday. We started the service with a glorious rendition the Hallelujah Chorus, with a little poetic license thrown in, in the form of rap, beatboxing, rock and hip hop dance.
It is really great to be part of such a great house of God. As much as I love my personal relationship with Jesus, I really love being part of the family. The way everyone worked together, gave off their hearts, their time and their talents to come together to worship and honour God.
How cool was that?
There are many reasons to blog. The sheer pleasure of seeing your thoughts in words is one of them.
Tuesday, September 28
Friday, September 24
His love consumes me.
I sometimes sit here alone,
My head hung in shame.
At the way I live, my thoughts, my actions
The things I do in my secret heart.
Then one day, as I sit
came this stranger to the well
He wasn't handsome, like I have known handsome
But his eyes were kind and his gentle hands
They held mine, like He knew me
Like I knew Him
And the next moment,
I did KNOW him.
And not only did I know Him,
I loved him.
And his love consumed me.
This man at the well.
He quenched my thirst and took my poor water
in exchange for his sweet and satisfying one.
And everyday he waits for me,
by this well, where sometimes I go.
ANd when I go, He is happy to see me
and wants me like I need to be wanted.
I love my Man at the well,
and His love consumes me.
My head hung in shame.
At the way I live, my thoughts, my actions
The things I do in my secret heart.
Then one day, as I sit
came this stranger to the well
He wasn't handsome, like I have known handsome
But his eyes were kind and his gentle hands
They held mine, like He knew me
Like I knew Him
And the next moment,
I did KNOW him.
And not only did I know Him,
I loved him.
And his love consumed me.
This man at the well.
He quenched my thirst and took my poor water
in exchange for his sweet and satisfying one.
And everyday he waits for me,
by this well, where sometimes I go.
ANd when I go, He is happy to see me
and wants me like I need to be wanted.
I love my Man at the well,
and His love consumes me.
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