Taken from Desperate for You, A 30-Day Worship Adventure by Integrity’s iWorsh!p
And Roberta Croteau
Brenton Brown and Brian Doerksen
Your love makes me sing
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Your love makes me sing
Your love is surprising, I can feel it rising
All the joy that’s growing deep inside of me
Every time I see You, all Your goodness shines through
I can feel this Godsong rising up in me
Your love is amazing, steady and unchanging
Your love is a mountain firm beneath my feet
Your love is a mystery how You gently lift me
When I am discouraged Your love carries me
The cosmonaut landed his capsule bravely back on earth and declared there was no God. He had sailed through the heavens and saw no sign of Him. Too bad they didn’t send up a poet – he would have seen God everywhere.
Through the centuries scientists and artists have searched for God, each in his own way. One sits in a lab and waits for the smoke to clear to find the proof; the other sits with pen in hand and finds Him in the fog.
And even though He is the one who set the atoms abuzz and swung the cosmos into orbit and designed all the ebb and flow of life within and without us, I still think God is more poet than scientist.
I have yet to understand the science of god. I can’t prove Him there; I can’t understand His logic – sometimes it takes everything within just to believe He might really be.
The poetry of God I do see. I can fathom the epic truth of love degrading a Creator enough to step in for the death scene. I can see the rhyme, even when I can’t see the reason. Love is an amazing catalyst. It can send mere mortals to reach for unimaginable heights. It brought the Maker of the Universe down to an unimaginable depth.
“For God so loved the world” is the beginning of poetry – when the old world started dying, and the new world began. He is the poet who sees the promise of life in the ashes and the artist who can find the starlight in an empty sky. His science is too expansive for me to embrace, but I can see His art in every atom, hear it in every sound, feel it in every heartbeat.
I guess it’s not so strange that the wanderers who watched the sky and followed the road under it are forever remembered as “wise men.” Their wealth of wisdom didn’t stop them from taking on the quite illogical task of following one bright star through the dark, cold nights of foreign lands. And their reward was to find what the whole world seeks – God in a box – proof you can touch, a flesh-and-bone stranger who knows them more than they know themselves.
And that same singer, dancer, poet, painter of earth and heaven still flings Himself across a million miles of sky. Send up any contraption you want to search for the place He lives and you’ll still come back empty-handed like the cosmonaut. But I’ll bet you God was there all right, dancing in His heavens. And if you had looked with more than your eyes, you just might have seen Him there.
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