Saturdays
(afomft, cont.d)
12. Saturdays
Today was an omelete-cooking, cookie-selling, Wal-mart shopping, soccer-watching, seed-spitting, tree-trimming, bike-riding, bball-playing, party-delivering, NLCS-watching, piano-playing, video-game-playing, singing-with-Beth-and-Sam day.
It was a good day in spite of an Astros win. 2-1 Houston. No need to worry.
Hannah's b-day party last night was a blast. 19 pizza-eating, scavanger-hunting, mellow-roasting, s'more-making boys and girls. Beth and I enjoyed Hannah's friends. Lucas kept me laughing most of the night.
Tonight Beth and I pulled out Twila Paris' True North songboook, played and sang. Few songwriters have had the impact that Twila has had on praise and worship music in the last 20 years. I'm very thankful for her.
Could You Believe
Words and Music by Twila Paris
He was a friend to sinners
He was a gentle man
Beautiful, humble master plan
His voice could pierce the darkness
Quiet an angry sea
I hear Him saying follow me
I look in your eyes and I tell you these things
But somehow I know that it’s hard to believe
Could you believe if I really was like Him
If I lived all the words that I said
If for a change I would kneel down before you
And serve you instead
Could you believe
He was the Lamb of mercy
Undying hope of men
Waiting for love to come again
He is the light of heaven
Radiant Prince of peace
I Hear him saying, “Follow Me”
I look in your eyes and I tell you these things
But somehow I know that it’s hard to believe
Could you believe if I carried my own cross
If I saw that the children were fed
If for a moment I held my opinion
And quietly led Could you believe
I am meant to be a pure reflection of the truth
So above it all I pray that I will not obscure the view
Could you believe if I stood here transparent
And through me you could see his eyes
Could you believe if you saw right inside me
and there was no disguise
Could you believe if I was really like him
If I lived all the words that I said
If it was clear that I held in my heart
What I know in my head
Could you believe, could you believe
Looking at me, could you believe
Could you believe?
12. Saturdays
Today was an omelete-cooking, cookie-selling, Wal-mart shopping, soccer-watching, seed-spitting, tree-trimming, bike-riding, bball-playing, party-delivering, NLCS-watching, piano-playing, video-game-playing, singing-with-Beth-and-Sam day.
It was a good day in spite of an Astros win. 2-1 Houston. No need to worry.
Hannah's b-day party last night was a blast. 19 pizza-eating, scavanger-hunting, mellow-roasting, s'more-making boys and girls. Beth and I enjoyed Hannah's friends. Lucas kept me laughing most of the night.
Tonight Beth and I pulled out Twila Paris' True North songboook, played and sang. Few songwriters have had the impact that Twila has had on praise and worship music in the last 20 years. I'm very thankful for her.
Could You Believe
Words and Music by Twila Paris
He was a friend to sinners
He was a gentle man
Beautiful, humble master plan
His voice could pierce the darkness
Quiet an angry sea
I hear Him saying follow me
I look in your eyes and I tell you these things
But somehow I know that it’s hard to believe
Could you believe if I really was like Him
If I lived all the words that I said
If for a change I would kneel down before you
And serve you instead
Could you believe
He was the Lamb of mercy
Undying hope of men
Waiting for love to come again
He is the light of heaven
Radiant Prince of peace
I Hear him saying, “Follow Me”
I look in your eyes and I tell you these things
But somehow I know that it’s hard to believe
Could you believe if I carried my own cross
If I saw that the children were fed
If for a moment I held my opinion
And quietly led Could you believe
I am meant to be a pure reflection of the truth
So above it all I pray that I will not obscure the view
Could you believe if I stood here transparent
And through me you could see his eyes
Could you believe if you saw right inside me
and there was no disguise
Could you believe if I was really like him
If I lived all the words that I said
If it was clear that I held in my heart
What I know in my head
Could you believe, could you believe
Looking at me, could you believe
Could you believe?
posted by Glenn at 10/15/2005 08:01:00 PM
1 Comments:
I love fall saturdays at our house. Wish I could have been there for Hannah's birthday party. I'm calling you today.
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