...thoughts expressed here are not necessarily final.

February 28, 2005 Dreamtime

Had a weird dream Friday night, and I wrote it down somewhere but now I cannot find where I wrote it. So now I guess I need notes to find my notes!

Anyway, here it is: in this dream I was wandering through some rooms at church and walked into the nursery. I saw some babies crawling around in their diapers and then a couple of them looked up to me and I saw they had adult-like faces. The next thing I knew they were singing a hymn of praise to God.

When I woke up I remembered the words to it and told myself to write it down, which I thought I did, but maybe I dreamed that too, because it is nowhere to be found.

The net effect was that I have seen a flourish of songs come forth from my pen in the past few days. The trip I made to Paducah to see about Earnie and her Mom afforded time to see the music match up with the lyrics.

Lost in wonder, Lost in Awe Lost in wonder, lost in awe Not lost within this Earth You’ve led me out to realms above And given me new birth. Where we boldly stand but humbly fall And cast our crowns before the lord of All To boldly enter in To humbly bow before Him Our maker, redeemer and friend Here in this presence that shall never end. Lost in wonder, lost in awe Not lost seeking my worth You’ve led me out to realms above In me your will be done on earth. Anthony Foster February 28, 2005

OINTMENT There is no precious oil with which I can hope to bless No ointment sweet To pour on your feet that I now possess But Oh! with all-adoring praise My one possession I outpour Broken and spilled And poured out until I rest on the one I adore I pour out my hopes and dreams, Ambitions works and plans A fitting holy sacrifice I place within your hands May I serve and work and be Your means this world to touch In making much of you Lord and through you loving much...

Oh make my life an offering Poured on the altar of praise An aroma sweet in the air Mounting up on our prayers to your throne when it is raised. So Oh! with all-adoring praise My one possession I outpour Broken and spilled And poured out until I rest on the one I adore Anthony Foster February 26, 2005

What looking down will get you... I never fall in a hole and sometimes I find cool stuff on the ground. Check out this shell that will someday be the inspiration for a sculpture, I'll bet.