did you find it?”
“c. s. lewis says,
‘either we say Jesus Christ is a great man,
or we fall on our faces and say,
He is the Lord.’
i have problems,
as a matter of fact,
in my own private world
in a way i can’t share.
i am walking the loneliest road i’ve ever walked,
i didn’t know a desert could be so dry
but i love Him,
i really love Him.
and i know a simple girl named ann doesn’t walk alone;
great big Lord has chosen to invade her life
and walk with her.
He is so good.”
God is so good.
God is so good, God is so good.
He’s so good to me.
if you have eyes to see
or a little boy next to you
or if you have someone to call a friend
if you felt the warm sunlight in your face today
or saw the blue sky and laughed
you must know what it means to sing
‘God is so good.’
if you know what it feels like to laugh with God,
to have fallen flat on your face
and have Him reach out
and say i still love you, take my hand;
to feel Him lift your guilt,
to ease your pain,
to have Him soothe your tired,
worn, broken heart,
then you must understand how good He is
so sing with me,
God is so good.
God is so good, God is so good.
He’s so good to me.
i love Him so,
i love Him so, i love Him so.
He’s so good to me.
taxi driver
it was in the summer
and i got into a beat up old cab in miami beach
and asked the old cab driver
to take me to another hotel.
it was hot
and every window was rolled down.
and i asked him,
“what is the one word
that describes your life?”
“can i give you two?”
he said.
he was old and gnarled,
about as beat up as his cab.
“yes,” i said.
“what are they?”
“bored
and unhappy.”
“sir,
why are those the two words
that describe your life?”
“i don’t know.
i guess ‘cause
i got nobody in the world.”
“nobody, sir?
no wife, no children, no family?
no one in the whole world for you?”
“no.”
“tell me, sir,
how did you get to be an old man
and have nobody?”
“ ‘cause i never got a good job
and no woman wanted me.”
“sir,
can i sing you a song?”
“sing?”
“i don’t have a very good voice,
but i know you’d like my song.”
“just a minute, please”
he rolled up his window,
then he nodded at me.
and i began to sing:
something beautiful,
something good.
all my confusion
He understood.
all i had to offer Him
was brokenness and strife.
but He’s making something beautiful
out of my life.
“sir,
do you know who i’m singing about?
Jesus Christ, He’s the Lord of my life
He laughs
