Watching You, Watching Me

You're the sun. You're the starlight. You're a wave upon the sea.
You're the glory of the sunrise as it sets the morning free.
You're my hope for the future.
It's your love that covers me and if I've my choice, I'll spend my life watching you watching me.

When you came I was weary and I thought you couldn't see but you saw right through my masquerade right to that secret place in me.
Then your love held me gently, whispering everything's alright. I was born again into your love, born again into your light.

Jesus, sometimes my mind grows cloudy and it's oh so hard to see that there's a life I'm meant to live for you. Sometimes I've lived for me.
When you came I was weary and I thought you couldn't see but you saw right through my masquerade right to that secret place in me.

Then your love held me gently, whispering everything's alright. I was born again into your love, born again into your light


Keith Green (early song...1970's?)

     I've spent some of the morning looking for a song by Keith Green on YouTube, and ended up listening to a different song that remained unrecorded on any of his CD's (ok, albums back then).  What gorgeous lyrics, and the passion of his life and message has overwhelmed me again.  Oh to live in that passion and grace every moment.  "It's your love that covers me and if I've my choice, I'll spend my life watching you, watching me". 

   

     So with that prayer in my mind, I stepped outside and several small happenings proceed to unfold. One, a Grade 6 young man comes to the door and he says the school is in lock down and could he please hang out at my place...sure! I say but a few minutes after he comes in, his brother and crying sister come down the street and they say they are headed to school. No lock down? I say. No, comes their puzzled reply. So out goes the young man and as he leaves he says, you know the car down there? It got smashed by a bunch of blacks last nite. Thanks! I say and go to investigate the car, whose windows (all) are punched in and in shards.
     So off I go to phone the non-emergency line, picking up discarded pop cans on the way home. The line seems to be busy, our friend in righteous crime knocks on the door and we conspire about the removal of a dead tree that fell over in an elderly neighbors yard. Chainsaw? Wheel barrow? When? The complicated thing is she is a hoarder and procrastinator and she does not want it removed (along with other rotten and hidden items inside and outside her place) unless she says so. And she is avoiding the issue.
     The neighbors will not avoid the issue and may call the city to clean up, which means a huge bill for her and instrusion on her space (imagine the scene...old granny attacks city worker, not good). I haven't called the non-emerg. line yet, or had breakfast, or finished an email to my mom and there are trees to chop, kids to urge to school and smashed windows in cars to look at. Then comes the moment, "It's your love that covers me and if I've my choice, I'll spend my life watching you, watching me." Your watching me, covering me, I'm yours!


Thank You.