Late at night in a remote part of the Texas panhandle, Don Moen's wife, his sister and sister's husband were traveling with their four children. They never saw the approaching truck, and its driver never saw them. The children were thrown from the van.
In the terrible darkness, the parents followed the sounds of crying to their wounded children. But Craig Phelp's 9-year-old son wasn't crying. His neck was broken upon impact, and he was dead.
Craig, a doctor, quickly tried to revive his son. But God's voice cut through the chaos: Jeremy is with Me, God seemed to say. You deal with those who are living. It took 45 excruciating minutes for the ambulance to arrive at this desolate little patch of wilderness.
The next day, on his way to the funeral by plane, Dom Moen opened his Bible. Was it merely a chance that directed his eyes to Isaiah 43:19? I think not. "I will even make a road in the wilderness," Don read, "and rivers in the desert." A song immediately welled up within him, as if fully formed. It was one of those moments when divine inspiration overpowers an artist.
After the mournful service, Don embraced the bereaved parents; their tears mingled with his own. He managed to tell them that God had provided a song especially for them. And with a lump on his throat, he somehow sang:
He works in way we cannot see.
He will make a way for me.
He will be my guide, hold me closely to His side,
With love and strenth for each new day,
He will make a way, He will make a way.
By a road in the wilderness He'll lead me,
And rivers in the desert will I see;
Heaven and earth will fade,
But His Word will still remain,
He will do something new today.
Today, that little song has made its way around the world. It offers the comfort of the Lord in every corner of the globe, simply because God's grieving children made a way to woship in the worst of life's wilderness. They could have fixed their eyes on the wreckage of a wilderness road, but they saw instead the invisible road-the one God always provides toward hope and deliverance. The Phelpses and the Moens knew that at the end of that road, a laughing nine-year-old waits to welcome them.
-David Jeremiah. My Heart's Desire.
Source: Linsay Terry, "A Song Written for One Family," The Communicator, December 2001.
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