Sometimes looking back
We look forward
Toward the future held in store
What was so much more
Than we originally knew
What will we do
Now that we know?
If we go on as if what has happened isn’t for us?
We miss the bus.
Will we trust in what God has spoken?
The story of Jonah wasn’t a token
An island event unattached
It matched the heart of God being revealed
A God who healed
And who has dealed with us in so much grace
Offering place
So we’d stop running our own race
Slow our pace
Turn away from disgrace
Turning toward Him
It must begin, within
But not remain unseen
If we know what love means
It arrives on the shores of our lives
(this was all in response to Jonah
We live in an era that is much later,
And have celebrated something even greater!)
words from wick 