God Has a Way

I was a nineteen-year-old college student out for a run before dawn on a crisp late-autumn day. This was a hungry season for me spiritually. Hungry in a good way. God had provided a warm banqueting hall, filled with mentors and friends, and a sumptuous feast of meaty teaching and fellowship. I was learning the cross, and I was tasting the holy freedom that comes to pilgrims who leave their burdens there.

As I ran, my heart beat praises to the King, and my thoughts sang harmony. I'd jogged from my apartment to the campus stadium, down the steps, and onto the track, worship pulsing through my veins, and as I rounded the first corner, I looked up and there it was. The morning star, blazing against dark blue velvet. I smiled -- may have even laughed -- and a single phrase spoke itself. "God has a way."

When I got back to my apartment, I showered, dressed for class, sat on my bed with my guitar, and wrote this song. 

God has a way, so simple and clear,
A blanket of darkness, and one shining star,
The light of its radiance is perfect and bright
To lead those who follow in the dark of the night.

God has a way, delighting my soul
All of His glory, reflected in whole
In the tender creation of one little Child
The humble Lord Jesus, so gentle and mild.

You came, Lord Jesus, my Savior and King.
Your praises forever I'll sing, Hallelujah I'll sing.

God has a way, so holy and pure
A poor lowly manger, His cradle secure
All that He touches, He makes clean and free
Just as my life was the day He touched me.

God has a way, much higher than mine,
I'm only a branch, and He is the vine,
He promises me, if I'll learn to abide
He's coming again, and He'll make me His bride.

Come, Lord Jesus, my Bridegroom and King.
Your praises forever I'll sing, Hallelujah I'll sing.

God has a way, the way of the cross
All those who follow it must count the cost
He'll open your eyes, and you'll finally see
The glory and power of His victory.

God has a way, majestic and strong
Causing the mountains to burst forth in song,
The Righteous is coming, our King and our Lord
Returning in glory, and baring His sword.

Come, Lord Jesus, our reigning King!
Your praises forever I'll sing, Hallelujah I'll sing!

 

A lot has happened in my life in the thirty-three years since then. I've known exquisite joy and excruciating pain. Seasons of feasting and seasons of fasting. But one thing never changes. Whether In green pastures or in dark valleys, the Morning Star has remained a constant. God has always made a way.

"And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth."

 

Jeanne Damoff wishes you seasons of feasting in His presence this Christmas, and may the Bright and Morning Star light your way now and always.

 
 
 

Comments

[laura]

Oh, Jeanne. Yes, He does. I wish I could hear your voice sing these words...

[Jeanne Damoff]

Thanks, Laura. If the opportunity arises, I'll sing it for you. :) Merry Christmas!

[A Simple Country Girl]

Jeanne, this is beautiful! And I second what Laura said.

I really need this today. Thank you.

Blessings.

[Nicole]

Yes . . .