I don’t have much time. It’s been a few hectic weeks since my last post and a few more hectic weeks before any real rest. Finals are coming up and I’m just getting back on my feet after surgery. It’s been a long 2008, its almost over, but not just yet.
Today, I’m just going to post my song of the week. I hope that slowly I can get back to a more regular schedule. My walk with the lord has slowed down since my last post, but I’m getting myself back on track. I’ll share more when I finally get past this final hurdle for 2008.
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The Song of the Week is Oh My God by Jars of Clay. The reason for this particular song is because of it’s awesome build up towards the end…no not really. It’s a song with so much truth and it was recently brought to my attention again and I sat down to listen and disect the words and the meanings of it. It’s definitely one to convict us infallible humans, including myself.
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“Oh My God” (Jars of Clay)
Oh my God, look around this place
Your fingers reach around the bone
You set the break and set the tone
Flights of grace, and future falls
In present pain
All fools say, “Oh my God”
Oh my God, Why are we so afraid?
We make it worse when we don’t bleed
There is no cure for our disease
Turn a phrase, and rise again
Or fake your death and only tell your closest friend
Oh my God.
Oh my God, can I complain?
You take away my firm belief and graft my soul upon your grief
Weddings, boats and alibis
All drift away, and a mother cries
Liars and fools; sons and failures
Thieves will always say
Lost and found; ailing wanderers
Healers always say
Whores and angels; men with problems
Leavers always say
Broken hearted; separated
Orphans always say
War creators; racial haters
Preachers always say
Distant fathers; fallen warriors
Givers always say
Pilgrim saints; lonely widows
Users always say
Fearful mothers; watchful doubters
Saviors always say
Sometimes I cannot forgive
And these days, mercy cuts so deep
If the world was how it should be, maybe I could get some sleep
While I lay, I dream we’re better,
Scales were gone and faces light
When we wake, we hate our brother
We still move to hurt each other
Sometimes I can close my eyes,
And all the fear that keeps me silent falls below my heavy breathing,
What makes me so badly bent?
We all have a chance to murder
We all feel the need for wonder
We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the thunder
Sometimes when I lose my grip, I wonder what to make of heaven
All the times I thought to reach up
All the times I had to give
Babies underneath their beds
Hospitals that cannot treat all the wounds that money causes,
All the comforts of cathedrals
All the cries of thirsty children – this is our inheritance
All the rage of watching mothers – this is our greatest offense
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
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