Friday, November 26, 2010

Show me Your face, Lord

Show me Your face, Lord
Show me Your face
Then gird up my legs that I might stand in this holy place
Show me Your face, Lord
Your power and grace
I could make it to the end if I can just see Your face

Moses stood on the mountain
Waiting for You to pass by
You put Your hand over his face
So in Your presence he wouldn’t die
All of Israel saw the glory
And it shines down through the age
Now You’ve called me to boldly seek Your face

David knew there was something more
Than the ark of Your presence
And in a manger a baby was born
Among kings and peasants
All of Israel saw the glory
And it shines down through the age
And now You call us to boldly seek Your face

Show me Your face, Lord
Show me Your face
Then gird up my legs that I might stand in this holy place
Show me Your face, Lord
Your power and grace
I could make it to the end if I can just see Your face
Yes we can make it to the end if we can just see Your face.

- written by Don Potter.


(What a song. That's some seeking right there. And someone that knows what seeing God's face really means. What's so good about seeing God's face? What good does it bring? What value does it have? I know I sound positively heretical but that's a question that I would like to be able to have a rich answer to. Why are we going on as Christians? Why am I Christian?

Because I have seen His power in my mother's life. He pulled her through tough times. And a woman of cautiousness would never throw herself into a position where she knew she would be mocked and shunned by her family for her faith. But she did. That speaks plenty for me. And that I have experienced the love of God and a little tip of the ice-berg of the supernatural (Tooth was dead and after prayer came back to life. It turned from black to white. Shoulder muscles felt much much better after being prayed for. Felt like new. Exams were supremely blessed by the Lord. He speaks to me through the Word and in my mind.) I hope to give an even richer answer soon. What a song. The meaning that it holds is so loaded that if it were an apple tree, its branches would be sagging under the weight of the fruit. Amazing. )

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