Perfect Replica

I wrote this song 12 years ago on my trip to Ireland with my best friend Jenn. Ireland is so beautiful and I am glad we had the opportunity to visit. Anyway, we were doing our daily Bible Study and she says, "I wonder what God will see when He finishes me?" And, of course, this song just flew out of heaven into my pen and I had to write it down. Now, you can enjoy it, too.

PERFECT REPLICA

I wonder what my God shall see,

When He sees a finished me?

Perhaps I'll be a Daniel,

Content in times of stress.

Or maybe I'll be Lydia

Adorned in purpleness.

Perhaps I'll be Rebekah,

Waiting ever on;

First 'twas by the well,

Then for her two sons.

I wonder what my God shall see

When He sees a finished me?

Perhaps I'll be an Andrew

Who leads my brother to

The One and Only Savior

Who died for me and you.

Perhaps I'll be a vessel,

What let the Son shine in;

Who mirrored God's reflection

To a lost and dying friend.

I wonder what my God shall see

When He sees a finished me?

Perhaps I'll be a fruitful vine

For God to harvest home.

And I shall wear a robe of white

With stars upon my crown.

And when He views the finished me,

I know He'll smile in victory--

"Well done thou good and faithful,

You may enter in,

Here's your gown; here's your crown.

Hello, friend."

I wonder what my God shall see,

When He sees a finished me.

I've gone through the fire,

I've gone through the grind,

I've gone through the waters

Time after time.

God has not forsaken me

In any of my trials.

And when He sees the finished me,
I'll wear a great big smile.

Songs in the Night

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Job 35:10 "But none say, Where is God my Maker, Who gives songs in the night?"

I never had to say that before. You know, that part about where God is. My only question lately is "Where is my song in the night?" Why can't I hear them? Not all of them have left entirely. I get glimpses and sparks, but sometimes the songs just fly away, ahead of me.

I can't even sing right now. It's as if someone takes my breath when I open my mouth to sing. Even a simple inhalation is exhausting. The very energy I need to live and breathe is under attack. But it's alright you know. Cause I know where God my Maker is.

He's right here with me. Not only does God hold my hand, He holds me in HIS hand. Hold hands with someone. Right now. Where is your hand? Outside the other person's hand? Is there a little space, emptiness, perhaps between your two hands? Are you afraid to hold hands with the person next to you? Grasp, clasp, embrace the hand that holds yours. And you will find that the other will do the same. You are in his/her hand. He/she is in yours. For dear life. And, life is dear, indeed. God holds you and I like that when we hold onto Him.

When I sit up for more than a few minutes, the knot in my back clenches, and I have to lay down. Which is why having this nice glider/recliner by my desk is beyond wonderful. Sometimes, though, even that isn't enough. Course, then I can't reach the keyboard. And, no, I can't use a journal any more. I can't write neatly enough for it to be legible. And most of the shorthand I knew is gone. I'm getting tired now. And I have only been up an hour.

I do not like being this sick. I am tired now and I have only been up an hour. Of course, writing in here takes energy too. Talking is draining. Hobbling is draining. Taking a shower is dangerous. Our tub is narrow and a normal shower chair is too big. When I get dizzy, I hold onto the shower rail. And then I have to get out. But the shower massager nozzle is the only thing that gives relief. Cause it massages my head like you wouldn't believe.

I was searching for a really beautiful image of song in the night, and before I switched to image search the Holy Spirit brought me here: "Songs in the Night" by C.H. Spurgeon. He's my favorite. And I wanted to share it with you. http://www.biblebb.com/files/spurgeon/2558.htm.