Holy Night

"I know this thirst will not last long, that it will soon drown in the song not sung in vain"

-Rich Mullins

O holy night

wind is blowing through the crack in my car window

the temperature just right

to soothe my face, and soothe my soul

and disappear into the sights of the highway

and the music that fills up my car

with grace and peace

and reminders of how great is His faithfulness

O blessed evening

at my computer screen

to ponder love and reasons

and longing for intimate connection

with the Lord

how close He is, yet, how so very far away

and how I want to hear from Him

and how He wants me to walk it out by faith

and how I want to find rest and solace in His arms

and how He wants me to be bold, step out and have no fear
and but somewhere, somehow, all He asks
is that I love Him, right where I'm at

O night divine

the room is quiet

only sounds of the song that I’m listening to
the spinning of the fan overhead

the patter of my fingers on the keyboard

yet, my mind in motion

yet my spirit is at peace

knowing that no matter what is going on around me

I belong to Him

and when I die, I’ll be taken up to glory

O hopeful night

stillness surrounds me

peace like a pond

each verse is like a ripple on my surface

and I can believe that the song I sing

will not be sung in vain

with the night, I call out Your name

with the night, I long, I hope

that all will be well for every weary traveler

that all will be right for each searching soul

when we turn our eyes

to the child, who came into the world

born in a manger

on one holy night