Teach us to number our days,
that we may gain a heart of wisdom.
- Psalm 90:12
“My prayer is not for them alone. I pray also for those who will believe in me through their message, that all of them may be one, Father, just as you are in me and I am in you. May they also be in us so that the world may believe that you have sent me. I have given them the glory that you gave me, that they may be one as we are one — I in them and you in me—so that they may be brought to complete unity. Then the world will know that you sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me.
- John 17:20-23
“Woah, my love, my darling
I’ve hungered for your touch
A long, lonely time
And time goes by so slowly
And time can do so much
Are you still mine?
I need your love
I need your love
God speed your love to me
Lonely rivers flow
To the sea, to the sea
To the open arms of the sea, yeah
Lonely rivers sigh
“Wait for me, wait for me”
I’ll be coming home, wait for me.”
- Alex North / Hyman Zaret, Unchained Melody
I have taken a hymn and written about it two days in a row, but a pop song? Maybe not, until now.
I wonder if this is a pop song? I have no idea what Hyman Zaret’s religious persuasion was, but could this be a prayer, in time of need, to God? The “my love, my darling” needs to be changed to “my God, my Savior,” but …
When we have strayed from God, we hunger for Him. We hunger for His touch. The Gaither hit, as Mark Lowry jokes “the song that paid for the bus”, He Touched Me has always been a favorite. Why? Because I had just recently felt that “touch” for the first time. God is that intimate with us that He touches us.
And our often-repeated lament is that time is either going too slow or it is going too fast. C. S. Lewis said that the future approaches at the rate once each second, each minute, each hour. We cannot speed it up and we cannot slow it down, but how often do we ask a God who is outside of time and space to alter the time that He created? We are too often impatient. We want time to speed up. And God, like the river, is sighing, “Wait for me. Wait for me.”
As for the part that I skipped, it is a plea to be loved. God loves us. We do not have to ask. Jesus prayed in the Garden that He would not lose any that are His. In His prayer, He admits that not all are His, but of those that are, He could not bear to lose any and that we might always be in Him as He is in the Father.
So, when we cry out to God, “Are you still mine?” it should be expressed the other way around, “are we still His?” But in either case, God never goes back on His promises.
Oh, and you might want to capitalize the words “you” and “your.”
Soli Deo Gloria. Only to God be the Glory.