Beautiful Things / Kiss the Son

Kiss the Son by Brenda Bogart

We've all heard this adage: music is the soundtrack of our lives. As true as that is, awhile back I got crystal clear revelation that our lives are actually a song. I've come to believe that each of us has a song written about and/or for us. The songwriters doesn't always don't know who it's for and in fact they may think they're writing about and for themselves. But there are times when they are penning for and about someone else, they just don't know exactly who.

When I first heard "Kiss the Son" by Kevin Prosch in a small home-based intercession prayer meeting I was absolutely transfixed. I don't know how, but I just knew this song is...me.

Right around the same time frame, I also heard Gungor's "Beautiful Things" and something deep inside of me connected with it and I said "whoop, there it is."

What's the connection between these two songs? Why do they make my heart sing and shore up my identity? The words shed some light. Pain? Broken? Change? Ashes? Garden? Fields? Chaos? Slay? Beautiful? Rose? New? Opened?

I cannot quite explain why the Father gave me this revelation or why He chose two such gorgeous and profound songs to sing over me. All I know is when I listen to these songs my heart becomes almost instantly pliable in His hands. Hope springs up in me. And I bow down and Kiss the Son.

KISS THE SON

When you've been broken, broken to pieces
And Your heart begins to faint
'cause you don't understand
And when there is nothing to rake from the ashes
And you can't even walk onto the fields of praise
But I bow down and kiss the Son
Let the praise of the Lord be in my mouth
Well, though You slay me, I will trust You, Lord
When the rock falls, falls upon You
And you get ground to dust, no music for your pain.
You open the windows, the windows of heaven.

And then You opened me and You crushed me like a rose.

BEAUTIFUL THINGS
All this pain I wonder if I'll ever find my way?

I wonder if my life could really change at all?

All this earth could all that is lost ever be found?
Could a garden come up from this ground at all?

You make beautiful things

You make beautiful things out of the dust

You make beautiful things

You make beautiful things out of us

All around hope is springing up from this old ground
Out of chaos life is being found in You

You make me new, You are making me new

You make beautiful things
(You make me new)
You make beautiful things out of the dust
(You are making me new, making me new)

You make me new, You are making me new

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