Reclaiming innocence

Cannons
Phil Wickham

It's falling from the clouds
A strange and lovely sound
I hear it in the thunder and rain
It's ringing in the skies
Like cannons in the night
The music of the universe plays

You are holy, great, and mighty
The moon and the stars declare who you are
I'm so unworthy, but still you love me
Forever my heart will sing of how great You are


I love thunderstorms. I love the sounds they make. The booming, the booming of something greater. I love the sound of the rain falling down. I love going outside, standing in the weather. Whatever kind of weather it is. And just breathing God in. Especially on a breezy day when the leaves are making noise. It's beautiful. Every kind of weather seems to be singing praise to God, even the cloudy days. Just go to Florida. It's wonderful how one part of the sky can be all cloudy and rainy and you can actually see the rain comming down in the distance & then another part can have those glorious clouds that are so soft and fluffy that you just want to scream in joy at their beauty and the sun can be shining and the sky can be such a deep blue that you just want to dance & sing & spin! I just love the sky and the weather and the trees that dance with the wind.

I spin. It's weird and normally the people I'm with say something like, "Amanda that looks weird, don't do that. People think that's weird." Where did our innocence go? When did we loose it? Was it when we wern't looking? Was it when our parents told us to sit up straight and to not play with our food? Was it when we started to think about what other people thought & became suddenly aware of their stares? Did we just wake up one day & notice it was gone and we started to worry and pollute our minds with garbage? Where we went from running outside, rolling down hills, spinning, jumping, and being totally carefree and joyful to looking proper, laughing with our hands over our mouths, and looking longingly at the children who are just being and not caring about what others think, wishing we could go back to childhood for a day.

What if we could get that kind of joy back? How awesome would that be? What if we could realize that this life is not about us & the worries of this world? What if we could realize that this life is about glorifying God in everything that we do? What if we could just throw our head back, thrust our arms out, spin around, shouting how free we are? What if we could just shine? What if we could find joy in doing just that? What if we could wake up everyday glorifying God and praising Him for the day that He is going to give us? What if we lived in praise?

What if we just collided with innocence? What if we, as worrying, forgetfull, stubborn, selfish, polluted, ignorant selfs collided with innocence, what was meant to be, what we were made to be? What we were created to be.


Something for myself to chew on some more.
It's a glorious thought to write down, but what if it happened?

Here it comes now..