Waking up to a song in my head

I often have a song running through my head. More often than naught, it is a VeggieTales song or something at least as equally annoying.

However, this morning I woke up with a song in my head. It gently grew in volume through the sleep fog I was trying to hang on to. No. It wasn't planted there by my radio alarm. I very highly doubt that my local NPR station would play this during Morning Edition. And I didn't listen to the cd yesterday or the day before. I believe it is a gentle promise from God. One I need to not forget. One I need to cling to. One that makes me want to fall to my knees before his alter. Take communion and worship him from the bottom of my wounded heart. It is also my constant prayer for today...

So may peace rain down from Heaven
Like little pieces of the sky
Little keepers of the promise
Falling on these souls the drought has dried
In His Blood and in His Body
In this Bread and in this Wine
Peace to you
Peace of Christ to you

And may peace rain down from Heaven
Like little pieces of the sky
Like those little keepers of the promise
Falling on these souls the drought has dried
In His Blood and in His Body
In the Bread and in this Wine
Peace to you
Peace of Christ to you
Peace to you
Peace of Christ to you 

~Rich Mullins, Peace