Still Listening

This is one of my favorite Steven Curtis Chapman songs, and my son went through a phase when he wanted to listen to it every night. To me it talks of a childhood faith that goes the distance, a time when the words we spoke at bedtime when we were very small have to be claimed for ourselves. I am praying that during this time of crisis and tragedy for this family, they will remember that God is still listening.

This world is full of crisis and tragedy for many families today. I feel overwhelmed by the grief of so many, cleaning up from the earthquake in China and the cyclone in Myanmar. Oh God, please listen.


Still Listening

I would lay me down to sleep
And pray the Lord my soul to keep
And though I never saw Him there
I believe He heard each prayer
For God was great, And God was good
And I knew if I spoke the words
He would be listening

The years can take us far away
From the simple childlike faith
But I am longing to return
To the place where I first learned
That God is great, and God is good
So, I will speak the words

God, our Father, once again
I bow my head to pray
You are my Father and my friend, and You hear every word I say
A prayer for forgiveness, A desperate cry for help
Or praise flowing from a thankful heart
Like each time before, I come knowing You're still listening

I will never understand
How the words of mortal man
Can reach the ears of One so pure
And touch His heart, but they do I'm sure
For God is great, and God is good
And He is love

God, our Father, once again
I bow my head to pray
You are my Father and my friend, and You hear every word I say
A prayer for forgiveness, A desperate cry for help
Or praise flowing from a thankful heart
Like each time before, I come knowing You're still listening
You're still listening

Now I lay me down to sleep
And pray the Lord my soul to keep
Though I may not see You there
I believe You'll hear each prayer


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