Thirty years ago I attended a church which seemed as dry as autumn leaves—we often sang this song as a recessional. I remember how empty the words were in my mouth and heart, and the discomfort of knowing there were others who sang it from a full and deep experience of intimacy with the Lord.
Today my faith is no longer without substance, and there is no space between God and I, our love for each other. This song comes to me frequently during ordinary days—the words true and rich, as my heart wells with gratitude.
May He bless you with every provision as you enter the new week ♥Jael, 2017