A while ago, I discovered this band who calls themselves Gungor. I only listened to one of their songs, Beautiful Things, for quite some time and only recently discovered the rest of their phenomenal body of work.
Let me just say that God is surely and clearly using them for truly great things.
I've had a serious struggle with my faith for the past few years, only seeing God in little blips here and there before falling back into my selfish negativity.
Tonight, however, is a completely different story. In the middle of my fears about literally everything and other problems: general senior-in-college things, student loans, money, my relationship with Paul, my own self worth, body dysmorphic disorder, anxiety, and a few other things, God has overwhelmingly blanketed me with His comfort, love, truth, beauty, peace, and understanding tonight through this epic duo of a band.
One of the songs is called Let There Be. The lyrics read:
Darkness hovering
Grasping everything it sees
void empty
Absent life and absent dream
Let there be
Angels toil and crack open scrolls of ancient dreams
Countless worlds of His
Brilliant stars and breath and stream
Let there be (light)
Where there is darkness
Let there be light
Where there is nothing
Let there be light.
A-MAZING, RIGHT?! The first time I heard it I tried not to cry because I wasn't alone, but it's a nearly impossible task to not cry when God is practically yelling at you. But you should go listen to it yourself, and you can if you click right here.
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The other "song" I listened to isn't exactly song as much as it is spoken word. God is speaking through her like I have never experienced. So much so that I cannot fathom what words I would choose to describe it and how it spoke and continues to speak to me. Truly breathtaking and tear inducing. I completely transform into a child of God as I feel so small, yet also like an impossibly gigantic miracle created perfectly in the image of God. Perfectly.
This has been on repeat for about thirty times in a row and I am not ashamed. And you (if there is anyone reading...) can listen to it with me by clicking here.
And here are the words so you can read along and truly comprehend everything:
He is here.
He’s right here.
In this room; in your heart.
He is near.
Nearer than breath; heartbeat.
Nearer than you are to you, closer than second chance, or next opportunity.
Closer than tonight, or yesterday.
He is real.
More real than touch; see, hear, smell, or taste.
More real than reality; he is our reality!
More real than joy, pain, sorrow, or the love of being in love.
He is present.
Like space, wind, time, silence, night.
He is waiting.
Like; creation.
Like words on the tip of tongue.
Like; songs that have yet to be sung.
He is beauty.
And oranges, blues, every hue, every shade.
Sunset and sunrise whisper his name.
He is holy.
Cannot be touched, explained, like; sweet seconds of prayer.
Like; grandmother on knees.
Wood floor, bare.
He is old hymns.
The extending of limbs, stretched across trees;
strives to heal disease.
He is son.
Distinctly three; distinctly one.
The only one.
The only wise.
The only resurrector of lives.
He is king.
And no earthly throne can house him.
No amount of elegant words can espouse him.
He is moment, and voice.
Power of choice.
And word.
And deed.
And fruit.
And seed.
Nailed hands; nailed feet.
Innocent wounds, that bleed.
He is believe.
He is all
He is call, and purpose.
Everything we can sacrifice he’s worth it, and more.
Much more.
Our good deeds are mere pities; we’re never even to score.
He is behold.
And wow, he is who, what, when, why, how.
He is the one who puts on the show.
He is the one that we turn to see.
He is souls’ cry, and sinners’ bleed.
He is the epitome that no one can light a candle to or, come within a million-foot pole of.
He is above.
He is a father’s love.
Maker of waves, of earth and wind.
Ancient of days.
Has no fear.
Have no fear!
Have no fear! Our God is here!
He’s right here.
In this room; in your heart.
He is near.
Nearer than breath; heartbeat.
Nearer than you are to you, closer than second chance, or next opportunity.
Closer than tonight, or yesterday.
He is real.
More real than touch; see, hear, smell, or taste.
More real than reality; he is our reality!
More real than joy, pain, sorrow, or the love of being in love.
He is present.
Like space, wind, time, silence, night.
He is waiting.
Like; creation.
Like words on the tip of tongue.
Like; songs that have yet to be sung.
He is beauty.
And oranges, blues, every hue, every shade.
Sunset and sunrise whisper his name.
He is holy.
Cannot be touched, explained, like; sweet seconds of prayer.
Like; grandmother on knees.
Wood floor, bare.
He is old hymns.
The extending of limbs, stretched across trees;
strives to heal disease.
He is son.
Distinctly three; distinctly one.
The only one.
The only wise.
The only resurrector of lives.
He is king.
And no earthly throne can house him.
No amount of elegant words can espouse him.
He is moment, and voice.
Power of choice.
And word.
And deed.
And fruit.
And seed.
Nailed hands; nailed feet.
Innocent wounds, that bleed.
He is believe.
He is all
He is call, and purpose.
Everything we can sacrifice he’s worth it, and more.
Much more.
Our good deeds are mere pities; we’re never even to score.
He is behold.
And wow, he is who, what, when, why, how.
He is the one who puts on the show.
He is the one that we turn to see.
He is souls’ cry, and sinners’ bleed.
He is the epitome that no one can light a candle to or, come within a million-foot pole of.
He is above.
He is a father’s love.
Maker of waves, of earth and wind.
Ancient of days.
Has no fear.
Have no fear!
Have no fear! Our God is here!
(Sorry about the change in font, I copied it from a website and I don't feel like re-writing it seeing as it's already 1am.)
Anyway, I hope these two pieces affected you as much as they have me.
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