Music Monday - 20090622

Yesterday was Father's Day (at least here in the United States). For me it was a special one, but i sort of covered why on Friday. Yesterday was also the first day of my family's search for a new church. We are prayerfully visiting at least two churches not too far from our home. The speaker at the church yesterday was a visitor so we will have to revisit it so we can hear the Senior Pastor speak to get a better feel for the regular sermons there, but the message was a timely one ~ at least for me. One thing i am grateful for is that no matter who is preaching God's Word, He can use it to change lives no matter the skill of the man presenting it. Isaiah 55:10-11 says, "For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven and do not return there but water the earth, making it bring forth and sprout, giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater, so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth; it shall not return to me empty, but it shall accomplish that which I purpose, and shall succeed in the thing for which I sent it." (ESV) As we celebrate Father's Day i would like to dedicate today's song to my Father God...

Dear Lord and Father of Mankind Lyrics ~ John G. Whittier, 1807-1892 Music ~ Frederick C. Maker, 1844-1927 Stanza 1: Dear Lord and Father of mankind, Forgive our fev'rish ways; Reclothe us in our rightful mind, In purer lives Thy service find, In deeper rev'rence, praise. Stanza 2: In simple trust like theirs who heard, Beside the Syrian sea, The gracious calling of the Lord, Let us, like them, without a word, Rise up and follow Thee. Stanza 3: O sabbath rest by Galilee, O calm of hills above, Where Jesus knelt to share with thee The silence of eternity, Interpreted by love! Stanza 4: Drop thy still dews of quietness, Till all our strivings cease; Take from our souls the strain and stress, And let our ordered lives confess The beauty of Thy peace. Stanza 5: Breathe through the heats of our desire Thy coolness and Thy balm; Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire; Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire, O still, small voice of calm.

We still have some road to travel to find a church home, and i am not entirely sure how long or hard this will be. But you cannot reach the end of a journey unless you follow the path to its conclusion.