As the name of my blog indicates, I spend a lot of time thinking about home. Of course, my Heavenly Home is the one that is eternal, so that’s where I need to lay up my treasures, and that’s the one I’m striving for. But in the meantime, I have been given this tiny piece of the here-and-now—this home on the edge of town, this family, this neighborhood—in which to serve Him. And, though this is in the earthly realm, I want the things that happen here to be investments in the Heavenly realm.



Sunday, July 3, 2011

"Here in America"

I love this song because of the musicality--the smooth melody of the accordian (and I don't usually like accordian music), the clashing cymbals as he sings of the crashing ocean waves, the rolling piano tones at the words about the water falling...

I love this song because there are lines that grab me and speak to my heart. 
"If I were a painter I do not know which I'd paint--the calling of the ancient stars or assembling of the saints."  Deep thought. 
"For I know the thirsty listen and down to the waters come." 

I love this song because it says that, although America is beautiful, what really matters is that I am a citizen of Heaven.  "The Holy King of Israel loves me here in America."  Let those words sink in!

"The Holy King of Israel loves me here in America."



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  1. KatiJuly 3, 2011 at 12:56 PM

    I LOVE this song!

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  2. no spring chickenJuly 4, 2011 at 10:12 AM

    I listened to this beautiful song while reading your last post. Then I had to listen again to get the lyrics that I had missed when I was reading... It's a powerful song and I too appreciate the usually unappreciated accordian. Thanks for sharing this fine song on this fine day.

    Blessings, Debbie

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