I sat on the choir platform, and my eyes floated in pools as we sang.
Because He lives, I can face tomorrow,
Because He lives, all fear is gone;
Because I know He holds the future,
And life is worth the living,
Just because He lives!
It was our last Sunday in this church.
The church we called home in a state we called home.
It was my last Sunday as part of this 100-voice choir.
The choir that had stood en masse when our son was baptized.
We were moving home.
To our home state.
To be near our family.
With two adopted babies.
How sweet to hold a newborn baby,
And feel the pride and joy he gives;
But greater still the calm assurance:
This child can face uncertain days because He lives!
We acted on a whim.
And the whim seemed to whiz out of our control.
Doors flew open.
A job found.
The family home reclaimed from “foreign” owners.
Current home snatched up in a sellers’ market.
Had we not knocked, how would the future have differed?
Only He knows.
Because He holds.
And I hold now another baby.
And her older sister.
I don’t know what the future holds.
But I know He holds it.
And then one day, I’ll cross the river
I’ll fight life’s final war with pain;
And then as death gives way to vict’ry,
I’ll see the lights of glory and I’ll know He lives!
Surely there is a future, and your hope will not be cut off. ~Proverbs 23:18 (NASB)
Note: Hope = tiqvah.
Read the story behind the song here.
Linking to Peter Pollock’s One Word Blog Carnival on Future where you can taste other words.