22 May 2009

Te saltaré

You walk on waves
You run with clouds
You paint the sky
For me to see
Your Majesty
Your Majesty
Is why I sing

As we sang that tonight at the mill, images from my rides and other times outside this week kept flashing through my head: images of clouds from above them, of painted sunsets and stormy skies. Majestic.

Then we sang another song:

In my world, be lifted high
In my love, be lifted high
In my life, be lifted high

That's an idea which seems strange to me. How can I, a mere man, lift the Creator of the Universe up? How can this fragile, wavering being exalt the Almighty God?

It's an ongoing question, and I'm slowly finding some answers.

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