Destiny Music Newsletter

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DESTINY MUSIC NEWSLETTER - MAY 2000 - SongLover.com

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TABLE OF CONTENTS:

"You're Still Our God" By Stephen Michael Gannon
"Trout" By Susan
"An Irish Prayer" Traditional
"Glory" By Catherine Gortner

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YOU'RE STILL OUR GOD
By Stephen Michael Gannon
(c) 1999 Stephen Michael Gannon, all rights reserved

I wrote this song for my brother Tommy's wedding 15 years ago. He was a youth pastor, college professor, and principal of a Christian school. I got him back stage passes to an Amy Grant concert during his last days here. When he met her he tried to explain to her that he was struggling with cancer. The heartache was too much for him and he just broke down and burst into tears. Amy just held him for about fifteen minutes while he cried. He died of pancreatic cancer last year. During his last weeks here on earth he and I planned his memorial together. Thirteen people committed their lives to Christ at his memorial. This song is for him.

YOU'RE STILL OUR GOD (a wedding song)

Words and Music By Stephen Michael Gannon

Though a west wind never blows,
though a harvest moon slips by,
though some pest wipes out the crops,
and though a killer frost is nigh,

though a lame leg brings us down,
and though lightning strikes us twice,
though a barren womb is found,
and though a broken heart in life,
You're still our God.

BRIDGE

And You and You alone are worthy.
Worthy until the end.
And we'd like to take this time to thank You,
that You have become our friend.

Though a west wind fills our sail,
though a harvest moon does shine,
though our crops have record sales,
and though the weather is divine,

though we walk upright through life,
though a blessed miracle,
though I always love my wife,
and we have kids a quiver full,

You're still our God.

BRIDGE

All our lives we have reacted,
to circumstances that happen.
Now we ask that You'd be glorified.
Take our lives and make them holy.
Use them Lord to bring You glory.
Take our lives and You be glorified.
You're still our God.

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TROUT
By Susan

While fishing in a deep wild river gorge, I caught a beautiful native trout which I kept in the water until release. Descending very carefully down the steep granite slope to the water edge, I saw two other trout swim up on either side of the hooked one, all facing to the head of the pool and all abreast of one another. I was so moved by this display of love and help that I joined the trio in the river in order to safely release the caught trout. It swam away and I walked the river to find a way out of the steep canyon that could be climbed in wet boots. Fortunately a friend was fishing below me and pulled me to safety. That experience forever changed my beliefs about fly fishing as a "sport"; I now rarely fish and instead watch the beauty of trout movements in the water. God's powerful presence is everywhere.

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AN IRISH PRAYER
Traditional

May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
May the rains fall soft upon your fields
And, until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand

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Fresh faith in a child of God brought home again to Jesus
Sees through the curtain as it parts
The light of something wondrous...
Glory

Glory shines brighter than a sculpture of purest gold in the sun
Glory shines more wondrously than a field of buttercups drenched in daylight
Glory is lighter than a cloud yet heavier than the entire earth

Glory is handsome
Glory is beautiful
Glory is humble

It is like standing in the midst of a suspension of gold dust in still, illuminated air

Glory is a bath in the house of... Yahweh

Glory fills all the spaces so one either wants to say nothing or has writhing words
?that run for cover like snakes into the shadows of a murky pond
The heat from glory makes that unsavory pond evaporate

Glory is the hush that descends when the worship of God
?ascends like incense from one's soul

Glory happens when the person transcends herself
Through worship and passes through that veil that had cornered off that room
Which houses the full brilliance of God's light

She passes through the crucifixion of Jesus
Which ripped that temple veil forever that one day two thousand years ago

So that, in passing, the twin veil on her heart also rips, and
She beholds the Presence of God

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