A Song to tell my story

Have you ever turned on the radio and said, "wow, that song describes ______ in my life perfectly"?  I'm sure it has.  The art of music was fashioned in human beings for a reason and with a great purpose for life. It shines light on things in life, it uplifts, it makes you laugh, it makes you cry, it expresses, anger, joy, sadness, love, life.  It touches the heart. There is a book I read about10 years ago that I need to read again:  "The Heart of the Artist" by: Rory Noland.  It takes an interesting perspective of the artists' talents towards ministering to others and glorifying God.

There is a specific song I want to share with you that explains EXACTLY how I felt when I sat right there at Silom Springs, Arkansas- Youth Camp Grounds, humble before the Lord, God Almighty in one of the pews near the back, battling out my final surrender till that night June 5th, 1996, as a 13 year old girl... finally saying, "Lord, Take my life, and make it yours.  I can't believe that you would want me, but yes I am nothing without you"  The song "Welcome Home" decrides exactly what it felt like once I surrendered in that beautiful moment.

I hope you enjoy this song:  Welcome Home    by:  Shaun Groves


Take, me, make me
All You want me to be
That's all I'm asking, all I'm asking

Welcome to this heart of mine
I've buried under prideful vines
Grown to hide the mess I've made
Inside of me
Come decorate, Lord
Open up the creaking door
And walk upon the dusty floor
Scrape away the guilty stains
Until no sin or shame remain
Spread Your love upon the walls
And occupy the empty halls
Until the man I am has faded
No more doors are barricaded

Come inside this heart of mine
It's not my own
Make it home
Come and take this heart and make it
All Your own
Welcome home

Take a seat, pull up a chair
Forgive me for the disrepair
And the souvenirs from floor to ceiling
Gathered on my search for meaning
Every closet's filled with clutter
Messes yet to be discovered
I'm overwhelmed, I understand
I can't make this place all that You can

I took the space that You placed in me
Redecorated in shades of greed
And I made sure every door stayed locked
Every window blocked, and still You knocked