Heyr Himna Smiour

Heyr himna smiður | Hear, Heavenly Creator (An Icelandic Hymn)

Heyr, himna smiður, hvers skáldið biður.
Komi mjúk til mín miskunnin þín.
Því heit eg á þig, þú hefur skaptan mig.
Eg er þrællinn þinn, þú ert drottinn minn.

Guð, heit eg á þig, að þú græðir mig.
Minnst þú, mildingur, mín, mest þurfum þín.
Ryð þú, röðla gramur, ríklyndur og framur,
hölds hverri sorg úr hjartaborg.

Gæt þú, mildingur, mín, mest þurfum þín,
helzt hverja stund á hölda grund.
Send þú, meyjar mögur, málsefnin fögur,
öll er hjálp af þér, í hjarta mér.

English Translation:

Listen, smith of the heavens, what the poet asks.
May you softly come unto me with your mercy.
So I call on thee, for you have created me.
I am thy servant; you are my Lord.

God, I call on thee to heal me.
Remember me, mild one, most we need thee.
Drive out, o king of suns, generous and great,
every human sorrow from the city of the heart.

Watch over me, mild one, most we need thee,
truly every moment in the world of men.
Send us, son of the virgin, good causes.
All aid is from thee, in my heart.

-Kolbeinn Tumason

Jesus, Take the Wheel

She was driving last Friday
On her way to Cincinnati
On a snow white Christmas Eve

Going home to see her mama and her daddy
With the baby in the backseat

Fifty miles to go, and she was running low
On faith and gasoline

It’d been a long hard year

She had a lot on her mind, and she didn’t pay attention
She was going way too fast

Before she knew it she was spinning on a thin black sheet of glass

She saw both their lives flash before her eyes
She didn’t even have time to cry

She was so scared
She threw her hands up in the air

Jesus, take the wheel
Take it from my hands
‘Cause I can’t do this on my own

I’m letting go
So give me one more chance
And save me from this road I’m on

Jesus, take the wheel

It was still getting colder when she made it to the shoulder
And the car came to a stop

She cried when she saw that baby in the backseat
Sleeping like a rock

And for the first time
in a long time
She bowed her head to pray

She said, I’m sorry for the way
I’ve been livin’ my life

I know I’ve got to change

So from now on tonight

Jesus, take the wheel
Take it from my hands
‘Cause I can’t do this on my own
I’m letting go
So give me one more chance
And save me from this road I’m on

Oh, Jesus, take the wheel

Oh, I’m letting go
So give me one more chance

Save me from this road I’m on
From this road I’m on

Jesus, take the wheel

Oh, take it, take it from me

Oh, why, oh

-Carrie Underwood

A Million Reasons

Dear God,

I just need one good one to stay.

Sincerely,

C.

You’re giving me a million reasons to let you go
You’re giving me a million reasons to quit the show
You’re giving me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin’ me a million reasons
About a million reasons

If I had a highway, I would run for the hills
If you could find a dry way, I’d forever be still

But you’re giving me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin’ me a million reasons
About a million reasons

I bow down to pray
I try to make the worst seem better
Lord, show me the way
To cut through all his worn out leather
I’ve got a hundred million reasons to walk away
But baby, I just need one good one to stay

Head stuck in a cycle, I look off and I stare
It’s like that I’ve stopped breathing, but completely aware
‘Cause you’re giving me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin’ me a million reasons
About a million reasons

And if you say something that you might even mean
It’s hard to even fathom which parts I should believe
‘Cause you’re giving me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin’ me a million reasons
About a million reasons

I bow down to pray
I try to make the worst seem better
Lord, show me the way
To cut through all his worn out leather

I’ve got a hundred million reasons to walk away
But baby, I just need one good one to stay

Baby, I’m bleedin’, bleedin’
Stay
Can’t you give me what I’m needin’, needin’
Every heartbreak makes it hard to keep the faith
But baby, I just need one good one
Good one, good one, good one, good one, good one

When I bow down to pray
I try to make the worst seem better
Lord, show me the way
To cut through all this worn out leather
I’ve got a hundred million reasons to walk away

But baby, I just need one good one, good one
Tell me that you’ll be the good one, good one
Baby, I just need one good one to stay

-Lady Gaga

Dear God,

After everything is said and done, I still believe in you, God, and trust in your plan for us.

Last year was the most difficult year in my entire life. My family and loved ones went through many tragedies, including several deaths and illnesses. I was kicked down by people I thought I trusted. That was a really dark time. I remember that I absolutely hated you. I felt like you abandoned me and my family, or even the entire world for that matter. There were times where I did not even believe in you at all anymore.

Looking back, I feel so ashamed. I now realize our world is the way it is not because of you, God, but because of the evil of people in the world. I understand you better than I ever have in my life now, God. You are powerful enough to take everything from us. You are great enough to take our sorrows, our anger, and our pain. And even though I sinned against you, I know that you forgive me. You understand that I am only a mere human. You love us despite all our faults, despite all of our sins, and you can heal all.

I used to ask you, why? Why do you let horrible things happen to good people? Honestly, it seems to me that nothing bad happens to the evil people in the world. But after everything happened the way it did, I now understand and have hope that you sent us Jesus to save us from this world.

Jesus suffered just as we did, and he was blameless. Somehow that comforted me. And to this day, I know in my heart that Jesus is the one who saved me. His love was in every person and friend who reached out to me and comforted me. I never realized how lucky I was.

To have a loved one reach out to you just because they love you and be there for you at your lowest–the everlasting impression of that goodwill can never be gained from anything material.

Thank you, God, for this lesson.