Spring-time in the White Mountains of Vermont - by Don
Schwager
The
River Flows
song
and music by Ed Conlin
From the throne
of God and from the Lamb the river flows.
Life redeeming,
ever healing, age to age it goes.
No more sun,
the Holy One – our light that ever shines.
Crystal clear,
the river here, will swell our hearts to join the cry!
Awake, O sleeper,
rise to life, and Christ will give you light!
Lift your
head – behold the river.
He mounts
his throne to shouts of praise; be opened heaven's gates.
Enter in,
O King of Glory!
"Come!" the
Spirit calls, and with the bride the Spirit cries:
"Souls that
thirst can drink their fill of water without price.
Blest are
those who wash their robes to gain the tree of life.
Face to face
with endless grace, lift up your hearts to hear the cry!"
Awake, O sleeper,
rise to life, and Christ will give you light!
Lift your
head – behold the river.
He mounts
his throne to shouts of praise; be opened heaven's gates.
Enter in,
O King of Glory!
O King of Glory!
Ed
comments on his song ...
There is a
space formed by the particular shape of our life. It is meant for God himself
to indwell. This must be felt as a lack... and it comes about through daily
circumstamces. It may be caused by the cavern of a lonely heart, the ache
of a lost one, the yearning that comes from "not yet being home." In truth
we are to glory in this emptiness – for it is the price we pay for such
an immense dignity. To wait in courage for God to fill our particular emptiness
is one of the most profound of love's acts.
