I just finished going through the Psalms yesterday. It's interesting to note how even though we jump from one extreme emotion to another as we move from psalm to psalm (or even just within the psalm itself), towards the end of the book there appears to be a triumphant air about the psalmist. Psalms 148-150, in particular, are just FULL of "Praise the Lord!", over and over again. Maybe as we get closer to the end, the trappings of life begin to fall away (in our perspective, at least), and we see that life is really just about praising the Lord.
The second thought concerns the parable of the prodigal son in Luke 15. The son doesn't say anything after v21. I always wondered what the son might have said/felt after he saw the lavish grace poured on him by His Father. how did he react? how did he feel? if you were the prodigal son, what would YOU have done? You came back from the far country after spending all your dad's money, and not because you missed him but because you needed to fill your belly. yet upon your arrival you are drowned in an ocean of grace that completely overlooks your grevious sin. what would you say, what would you do?
I can only imagine
I can only imagine what it will be like
When I walk by your side
I can only imagine what my eyes will see
When your face is before me
I can only imagine
I can only imagine
Surrounded by your glory
What will my hear feel?
Will I dance for you Jesus,
Or in awe of you be still?
Will I stand in your presence,
Or to my knees will I fall?
Will I sing Hallelujah,
Will I be able to speak at all?
I can only imagine
I can only imagine
I can only imagine when that day come
And I find myself standing in the Son
I can only imagine when all I will do
Is forever, forever worship You
I can only imagine
I can only imagine