Some days, mortality creeps up on you.
Someone I know suffered a major medical trauma recently, and
I learned about it today. He and I
aren’t all that close, but we work for the same university, and I have fond
memories of singing with him on a church worship team a number of years
back. Really nice guy. He’s a year or two younger than me—has a wife
and young kids—and suddenly he’s in the hospital on a ventilator.
It makes you think.
How much of this life are we promised? Not much—nothing? And what is it that we do with the hours and
the days that we are given? Does it
matter? Do we make it matter?
More questions than answers, tonight, I’m afraid.
So, somehow, I found myself at the piano, playing through
old worship team lead sheets. Chuckling
at some of the songs and some of the memories.
Wondering how it was that I bootlegged so much of that music. And I came across one song that seemed to
stick—an old Vineyard song that I think I first heard in Toronto back in the
heyday of their revival services:
Hear us Lord.
Hear us now.
Lord have mercy.
Hear our prayer.
Hear our cry for revival.
Release Your power.
Break our chains.
Set us free.
Let us feel Your joy again.
Set us free.
Lord, come heal us.
Arise, oh Lord.
Demonstrate Your power.
Hear us now.
Lord have mercy.
Hear our prayer.
Hear our cry for revival.
Release Your power.
Break our chains.
Set us free.
Let us feel Your joy again.
Set us free.
Lord, come heal us.
Arise, oh Lord.
Demonstrate Your power.
I’m not sure what other prayer to pray tonight but this
one.
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