God is a safe place to hide, we stand fearless on the cliff edge of doom, courageous in sea storms and earthquakes. Before the rush and roar of oceans, the tremors that shift mountains. Jacob wrestling God fights for us, God of angel armies protect us. River fountains splash joy, cooling God's city, the sacred haunt of the Most High. God lives here the streets are safe, God at your service from crack of dawn. Godless nations rant and rave, kings and kingdoms threaten, but earth does anything he says. Jacob-wrestling God fights for us, God of angel armies protect us. Attentoin all! See the marvels of God! He plants flowers and tree's all over the earth. Bans war from pole to pole, breaks all weapons across his knee. "Step out of the traffic! Take a long loving look at me. your h igh God. above politics above everything." Jacob-wrestling God fights for us, God of angel armies protect us. Eugene H. Peterson Changed by what we see?
Dear Master, Help me walk through the Word with humility, for it's sacred ground over which I travel. So many others have gone before me over this ground. Help me learn from them, both from the steps of their faith and the stumblings of their unbelief, from their obedience and their obstinateness, from their steadfastness and their waywardness. Give me eyes to see that the landscape of the Word is so much more vast and grand than the small parcel of ground that is my life. And grant me the grace to travel over that majestic landscape slowly, imaginatively, playfully, and obediently. Eugene H. Peterson Hopeful Waiting
Live creatively, friends. If someone falls into sin, forgivingly restore him, saving your critical comments for yourself. You might be needing forgiveness before the day is out. Stoop down and reach out to those who are oppressed. Share their burdens, and so complete Christ's law. If you think you are too good for that, you are badly deceived. Eugene H. Peterson Isaiah 53
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