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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3 thoughts on “Only Singing

  1. Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high! Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life be past; Safe into the haven guide, Oh, receive my soul at last! Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, ah! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me! All my trust on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I bring; Cover my defenseless head With the shadow of Thy wing. Wilt Thou not regard my call? Wilt Thou not accept my prayer? Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall— Lo! on Thee I cast my care: Reach me out Thy gracious hand! While I of Thy strength receive, Hoping against hope I stand, Dying, and, behold, I live! Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in Thee I find: Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is Thy name; I am all unrighteousness: False and full of sin I am; Thou art full of truth and grace. Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin; Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art Freely let me take of Thee: Spring Thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity!

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