oyster(1998)I wrote this after returning from a month overseas in short term missions. I was in Southern France, Italy and Switzerland with a singing group. I had never been that far from home (I lived in CA) and away from my mom, so it was a big trip for me. God used the trip mightily in my life, to say the least, in creating a passion for missions and worship. I wrote "Oyster" after hearing a testimony of a college girl who was on another mission team that had returned from Venezuela. She had been walking on a beach scattered with oyster shells. She whispered a prayer saying how she felt scattered herself, not unique or really set apart, and wondered what God saw in her that was worth saving. But God reminded her that, though an oyster is plain and doesn't really draw attention as far as seashells go, they produce something so incredibly beautiful and valuable - a pearl. And not only are those pearls each different and set apart from one another, they start as nothing more then a grain of sand. That idea struck me and shortly after I wrote "Oyster". So, even when I feel like a boring, slimy, cold shell, I take hope that God can make even the crustiest oyster produce something priceless. An oyster am I, in the sea with a spirit that is dry None the less, none the less He freed me He looks into me, He looks inside and what's He see None the less, none the less He freed me Father what do You see? Why waste Your time on an oyster like me? None the less, none the less He freed me © copyright 2005 rachel billingsley, ascap. all rights reserved. |