I was thinking today about chattooga. Ilove it when something triggers a memory from a place I love. I was just waking up from a quick naplet and everything was quiet. The sun was shining in the window–not directly, but just enough to light the room well. In an instant, I was at chattooga and it was nap time. An almost unnatrual hush falls over the camp and finally I can breathe a sigh of relief because my worries have just vanished. All I can hear is the birds singing and the wind gently rustling the leaves in the trees. From my bed beside the window, I can watch the sunlight glistening on the waves in the lake. Not a sound of civilization, just peace. It was a refreshing break from last-week-of-the-semester madness.
Look to the LORD and his strength;
seek his face always
Psalm 105:4
And the pain falls like a curtain
On the things I once called certain
And I have to say the words I fear the most
I just don’t know
And the questions without answers
Come and paralyze the dancer
So I stand here on the stage afraid to move
Afraid to fall, oh, but fall I must
On this truth that my life has been formed from the dust
CHORUS:
God is God and I am not
I can only see a part of the picture He’s painting
God is God and I am man
So I’ll never understand it all
For only God is God
And the sky begins to thunder
And I’m filled with awe and wonder
‘Til the only burning question that remains
Is who am I
Can I form a single mountain
Take the stars in hand and count them
Can I even take a breath without God giving it to me
He is first and last before all that has been
Beyond all that will pass
CHORUS
Oh, how great are the riches of His wisdom and knowledge
How unsearchable for to Him and through Him and from Him are all things
So let us worship before the throne
Of the One who is worthy of worship alone
CHORUS
