Today it was just a song. That’s as far as formality reached in the long quiet time of early daylight. I spent a lot of time sitting, fresh from sleep and wide awake from fruit juice and sunlight and maybe the coffee but especially this chance to sit there in the quiet room and be with You, O Lover of my soul.
And that’s why I sang. Because those words made their way to my lips, seemingly from nowhere, but they must have been rising from sleep deep in my heart.
Jesus Lover of my soul, let me to thy bosom fly, while the nearer waters roll, while the tempest still is nigh.
But there really is no tempest nigh right now, not that I know of, and the waters don’t engulf me like they did a week or so ago. But the now calmer call of my heart still remains that of the song, Jesus Lover of my soul, let me to thy bosom fly.
It is all I need for worship expression to start today. For it says all and is all.
(Free writing for five short minutes this morning on Lisa Jo’s Five Minute Friday prompt, “Song.”)
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