Speakin' out...

Tonight Zac and I spoke to a group at church, shared our testimonies, a bit of our story these past few years, and sang some songs. Zac did some fancy things with his guitar, a loop pedal, and an old African American spiritual. It was pretty cool.

We share our story to bring God glory for the trials he has (and still is) brought us through, and for the tapestry of grace that we see so clearly woven throughout our lives. We live in a fallen, broken world, but Satan won't have the last word and God brings about redemption even here on this earth.

The boys stayed home with some very capable babysitters. Joel conveniently forgot to mention that he was not allowed to do some naughty things that he did, and he also tried to convince them that his bedtime most certainly was not 8:00 and he didn't have time to go to sleep. What a stinker. Oh well. Zac and I were able to enjoy a nice, uninterrupted dinner with good company at our event so it was all worth it.

We sang this song as a duet. It's a long forgotten hymn that's been set to new music--something that Zac is really passionate about. The words are great!

Beams of Heaven

1. Beams of heaven as I go
through the wilderness below
guide my feet in peaceful ways
turn my midnights into days.
When in the darkness I would grope
faith always sees a star of hope
and soon from all life's grief and danger
I shall be free someday.
I shall be free someday.

2. Often times my sky is clear
joy abounds without a tear
though a day so bright begun
clouds may hide tomorrow's sun.
There'll be a day that's always bright
a day that never yields tonight
and in its light the streets of glory
I shall behold someday.
I shall behold someday.

3. Harder yet may be the fight
right may often yield to might
wickedness a while may reign
Satan's cause may seem to gain.
But there's a God that rules above
with hand of power and heart of love
and if I'm right, he'll fight my battle
I shall have peace someday.
I shall have peace someday.

4. Burdens now may crush me down
disappointments all around
troubles speak in mournful sigh
sorrow through a tear-stained eye.
There is a world where pleasure reigns
no mourning soul shall roam its plains
and to that land of peace and glory
I shall want to go someday.
I shall want to go someday.

©2004 Christopher Miner Music. Words: Charles Tindley