Higher window

People often wonder why I don't crave human relationships as much as the average person. But after hearing the endless stream of secular love songs on the radio, it's no surprise why anyone would want to have someone to sing those songs to. But people assume I have no one to sing to just because they don't see him. I admit that after going through my operation, I realise how much I have needed to rely on the help and love of others, without whom I could not have survived.

I recently came across this beautiful song called 'Higher Window' and I think of all the times I've gone wrong, turned astray or tried to do things my own way. All that only made me realise how small I was without him, how much I missed him when I was away from him. But only when we pour ourselves out and become completely honest with him, he always tells me that it's never too late for me to love him. I close my eyes and imagine that higher window with streams of grace and mercy flowing from above and it fills my heart with joy and comfort to know that I can always come back to him. Though doors may close in my face, no one can touch that higher window. That window will always be open to me. And what a great comfort that is.

And so this song is dedicated to the One who will always love me, even when all else fades.

Higher Window, by Josh Groban

For all the times I've tried for this

And every chance at you I've missed

Been known to go my way

But I confess it made me miss you more.

I drew my line across the sand

And set my flag in no-man's land

But here I am, the one man band

With a song that's meant for two

And there is a light from a higher window

Shining down on you tonight

And the music floats on the breeze

Bringing an easier time

And all of our cards are on the table

Tell me what you want to do

Just don't tell me that it's too late

For me to love you

How perfect we were meant to be

Our warm and silent symmetry

It's time like these when we all

All we need is to be reminded

Oh and I have flown a thousand miles

To empty rooms and crowded aisles

And we went from cathedral bells

To show-and-tell and wish-you-wells

And I still look at you and I am blinded

I am blinded

Because there is a light

From a higher window

Shining down on us tonight

And the music floats on the breeze

From an easier time

And all of our cards are on the table

Tell me what you want to do

Just don't tel me that it's too late

For me to love you.