"For I tell you that in heaven, children's angels always see the face of my Father who is there."

i sang this song in high school. at the time, i thought it was so "cheesy." this weekend, i was reminded of it as a friend from church and i were able to sing through it together. i instantly got chill bumps. today in one of my classes, we watched a movie. in the movie, i saw a child shot. it was a short event, but that did not alleviate the severity of the pain i felt at that moment. in my next class, we discussed how child poverty is likely the world's worst problem-- not just economically, but in a sense of humanity. 


Can you hear the prayer of the childrenon bended knee, in the shadow of an unknown room?Empty eyes with no more tears to cryturning heavenward toward the light.Crying," Jesus, help meto see the morning light of one more day,but if I should die before I wake,I pray my soul to take."Can you feel the hearts of the childrenaching for home, for something of their very own.Reaching hands with nothing to hold ontobut hope for a better day, a better day.Crying," Jesus, help meto feel the love again in my own land,but if unknown roads lead away from home,give me loving arms, 'way from harm
Can you hear the voice of the children
softly pleading for silence in their shattered world?Angry guns preach a gospel full of hate,blood of the innocent on their hands.Crying," Jesus, help meto feel the sun again upon my face?For when darkness clears, I know you're near,bringing peace again."


Do something. Ask God to set your heart on fire, if it isn't already.

Grace's amazing hands are ugly, but they are soft as a featherbed.

ALL is well. God's grace covers all. Though i mourn my imperfections, I am astonished by grace. His grace is the only reason I have a chance in this world. I deserve nothing, but have everything I need and more. I am loved and adored. I am sought after and cared about. I am encouraged. By God AND the people He gave me. Wow.


I am the woman at the well, I am the harlot 
I am the scattered seed that fell along the path 
I am the son who ran away 
I am the bitter son who stayed 

My God, my God 
Why hast thou accepted me 
You took my sin and wrapped me in 
Your robe and your ring 
My God, my God 
Why hast thou accepted me 
Its a mystery of mercy 
And the song I sing 

I am the angry men who came to stone the lover 
I am the woman there ashamed before the crowd 
I am the leper who gave thanks 
I am the nine who never came 

My God, my God 
Why hast thou accepted me 
You took my sin and wrapped me in 
Your robe and your ring 
My God, my God 
Why hast thou accepted me 
Its a mystery of mercy 
And the song I sing 

You are the bringer of the moon and all the seasons 
You are the singer of the tune that calls the stars 
My God, my God 
Why hast thou accepted me 
You took my sin and wrapped me in 
Your robe and your ring 

My God, my God 
Why hast thou accepted me 
When all my love was vinegar 
To a thirsty king