Between the Lines

The fragrance of the red rose is one of nature's beautiful scents, and it reminds me of HimThe fragrance of the red rose is one of nature's beautiful scents, and it reminds me of HimJune 2010, Haileybury, Ontario - A friend I was with said, “you're going to write a song tomorrow”. I hadn't written anything in almost 4 months, so I was a little skeptical. I woke up around 5 the next morning but decided I didn't want to get up. 15 minutes later, I was prompted to get up and go sit out by the lake. As I sat there, I felt the Lord ask me how I perceived him, using my senses.

This began the song that took a little over two weeks to complete but opened my eyes to my Heavenly Father, in a much greater way. I had grown up in the mainline traditional church system, so the image of my Heavenly Father was skewed, to say the least. I was taught that He was a righteous angry God that was looking to discipline those who were disobedient. It wasn't till many years later, that I began to wake up to who really is my Heavenly Father.

The chorus uses 4 of the 5 senses to describe how I perceive my Heavenly Father. When thinking of the sense of sight, I can remember years ago being outside on a deep, cold winter night. The moon was low in the sky, shining brightly off the newly fallen snow, causing it to sparkle like diamonds. The awe I felt in that moment has never left me.

The fragrance of the red rose is one of nature's beautiful scents, and it reminds me of Him. Thunderstorms, I have always liked thunderstorms. The rolling clouds, the rumble of the approaching storm, and the crash in midst of it. I hear Him in the storm. Finally, when thinking about my sense of touch I'm reminded of what it feels like to walk out of an air-conditioned environment into a hot, humid day. The feeling of the heat wrapping itself around me I liken to His love. 

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