One of my favorite songs by Rich Mullins. For years this was one of those songs that you just pass over and think, “That was nice”, but don’t really understand the depth of the lyrics. On a flight for one of my business trips, I listened to the words carefully and was struck by how much it hit me. Typical of Rich Mullin’s music, which I think grows with age is his prayer to God to shield him from the storms of life. As the final verse plays, he comes to the realization that everything that had shaken his life with so much turmoil was actually the wings that lifted him to his final resting place in the arms of the Lord.
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Isaiah 60:1-3, 1 Cor. 2:9, 2 Cor. 4:7-18, 2 Timothy 2:11-13
I see the morning moving over the hills
I can see the shadows on the western side
And all those illusions that I had
They just vanish in Your light
Though the chill of the night still hangs in the air
I can feel the warmth of morning on my face
Though the storm had tossed me
‘Til I thought I’d nearly lost my way
And now the night is fading and the storm is past
And everything that could be shaken was shaken
And all that remains is all that I really had
What I’d have settled for
You’ve blown so far away
What You brought me to
I thought I could not reach
And I came so close to giving up
But You never did give up on me
And I see the morning moving over the hills
I feel the rush of life here where the darkness broke
And I am in You and You’re in me
Here where the winds of Heaven blow
And now the night is fading
The storm is through
And everything you sent to shake me
From my dreams they come to wake me
In the love I find in You
And now the morning comes
And everything that really matters
Become the wings You send to gather me
To my home
To my home
I’m going home