On Monday night (October 22, 2012), members of the writing group (Brandon, Katie, Justin, and Jessica) met before Campus Rock to write something we could share in worship. We individually asked God what was on His heart and wrote for half an hour, and then we shared what we had written with each other. We realized that God had connected our writings and we put them together in the order that they best fit. This is the result. Katie's part came first; Jessica's part came second; Justin's part came third; and Brandon's part came fourth.

Beautiful Beginnings

You are beautiful.
No, no—don't look in a mirror. That's not what I see. It's not who you are. But inside, your heart—now that's true beauty. I should know. I made you.
You are beautiful.
Yes, you have flaws. That's not what I see. It's not who you are. But when I point you out, the angels have to catch their breath. They can see. I made you.
You are beautiful.
No ifs, ands, or buts about it. You are what I see. You are who you are. But I will never stop praising you, My dove, My child. I love you. I made you.
You are beautiful.

The Voice of Love

Your voice is a still, small whisper, louder than all the world. It shakes rocks from mountains, but opens up an earthquake to swallow the rocks and save us; then it blows across the oceans, whipping them into a frenzy until they cover the earthquake to show us that...
Your love is a hurricane.
Not an earthquake, but a hurricane.
The winds of Your love lead us to Your path,
But it does not push us so hard we crack
Like an earthquake would.
Your voice rushes past us like a mighty wind; if we will only stop and listen we can hear what You have for us.

God's Mighty River

God's love for us is like a strong river
Bringing cool, pure water that is life to us, the trees on the banks
Temptations we face act as a dam
Blocking off the source of spiritual life
Without this life water we dry out, dying
All we have to do is call out to God
And the river violently breaks down the dam
And the life water once again brings us life
Nothing can hold our Father's love from us
He is always there for us
In our times of struggle
All we have to do is call out to Him
And His love, the river, will always come through.

Break Loose

Water flows down broken rocks
To valleys hungry for change.
It breaks loose, overturns,
Overwhelms. The flow escapes
The darkness and overwhelms
The plains of the heart.
Hope: a new thing, blossoms
In the moonlight. It overturns
The old regime—empties the heart
Of hate and, breaking loose,
Escapes to new hearts;
Overwhelms, awakens.
Starts new.