Tuesday, November 18, 2008

the wild donkey ...


inspired by Dan's message on Sunday night, I wrote a worship song (and I threw some cardboard in the blue recycle bin) ... it's called the wild donkey ... it's from Job 38 & 39 ... here are the lyrics ... I'm hoping Jenna will let me introduce it at the Stirring this next weekend ... sorry, i can't give you the chords for copyright issues ...

verse:
Leaves are green
Trees are green
Grass is green
God loves green

pre-chorus:
who can tell the lightning where to bolt?
who can speak to the baby mountain goat?
who can tell the oceans where to break?
who can comfort the fawn while she mates?

chorus:
You let the wild donkey go free
And God, You still love me
You untied its ropes so it could go free
And God, You still love me


we've are officially done with the elephant in the church series ... greed, sex, drinking, politics, pornography and the environment ... if you missed it, listen to the podcast ... God has so much to say about this stuff ...

to our church, the Stirring ... you have been so encouraging and courageous ... you bless me and challenge me as a leader ... it's been such an amazing two years ... keep chasing Jesus ... there is so much more ... and it's just the beginning ...

3 comments:

Jenna said...

oh man nathan... i must say- rarely do i "lol" when reading things, but this one made my abs hurt... maybe i will be as buff as you tomorrow...

so, "the wild donkey"... yeah, i think we could work that in. although, it would have been nice to have this for the political elephant--it could have balanced out our political animal representation.

my favorite line: "who can tell the lightning where to bolt?"
i totally hear an echo there...

JUAN said...

"who can comfort the fawn while she mates"

I'm sure God doesn't tell Job he comforts animals while they're having sex... especially baby dear.

a fawn is a baby dear.....

I just had to point that out... :)

Pearcia LaPointe said...

So that is what a wild donkey looks like. I would have thought they were fatter. If I were a wild donkey, I'd eat all I could, and I'd be fat! That's for sure! Here here for the self-controlled, and well-balanced eater: the Wild Donkey!