Heavenward.

When the sun washes up the shore of a new day after a restless night, the first words I heard were in a song: You are Good. And He is. My soul sings it out at the top of its lungs. Scripture from Philippians humbles me from my complaint. Philippians 3: “I want to know Christ—yes, to know the power of his resurrection and participation in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, ¹¹ and so, somehow, attaining to the resurrection from the dead. ¹² Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. ¹³ Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, ¹⁴ I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.”

What is “that” for which Christ has taken hold of me? For you? He died to take hold of my heart; He died to free my life from sin's bonds; died to bring me to His side. Am I living to take hold of His life, His heart? Lord, help these to be tears of joy that fall from my face.

You are Good

When the sun starts to rise and I open my eyes

You are good, so good

In the heat of the day with each stone that I lay

You are good, so good

With every breath I take in

I'll tell You I'm grateful again

When the moon rises high before each kiss goodnight

You are good

When the road starts to turn around each bend I've learned

You are good, so good

And when somebody's hand holds me up, helps me stand

You are so good

With every breath I take in

I'll tell You I'm grateful again

'Cause it's more than enough just to know I am loved

And you are good

So how can I thank You

And what can I bring

What can a poor man lay at the feet of a king

So I'll sing you a love song

It's all that I have

To tell You I'm grateful

For holding my life in Your hands

When it's dark and it's cold and I can't feel my soul

You are still good

When the world has gone gray and the rain's here to stay

You are still good

With every breath I take in

I'll tell you I'm grateful again

And the storm may swell even then it is well

You are good

So how can I thank You

And what can I bring

What can a poor man lay at the feet of a king

So I'll sing you a love song

It's all that I have

To tell You I'm grateful

For holding my life in Your hands