I havn’t blogged in ages. I stayed with xanga because certain people never die on xanga and it felt hard to give up something that had been connected me with so many people before. But the more I look at it (or not look at it) the more I realize it’s time to move on. Blogging today is lightyears from what it was when I started xanga in ‘02. So all that not saying much to say, I’m trying something new with wordpress (despite the fact that I’ve had this site for ages). Maybe it’ll get me to write more.
“Again” as performed at Temple’s “Come and See” Coffeehouse on 02.09.08
He speaks to the girl who…
Knows not why she was dealt her lot
He speaks where no one can tell her
Why scars and pains must be so deep and persistent
Why joy must be sought out amidst troubled waters
Why her rose is rooted in the concrete, forced to bloom where water and love are scarce
Why salvation and blessings are not found in comfort
Why life is not as everyone else lives it
Why love knos better than she does and can that love exist, be real, and be hers?
This life is meaning increasingly less to me as I see this world’s pains and ills
The Sick and the Poor, the Mistreated and those robbed of opportunities
By their fellowhuman beings
In this world where the masses are fleeced by the few
Where the few have the most to lose and are the most confused
This life is my pursuit of happiness but effort does not translate to joy
I try and I cry, I sweat and eventually die
To the work of my own hands
That cannot save me or redeem my existence or satisfy my need for affirmation
I try where I cannot succeed.
My life’s song is in diminished minor and its theme is negativity.
I need a different tune in a different key.
Oh, sing me a song of life
Sing me positivity!
Sing at this weary and burdened soul of mine
Because again, I need to hear and remember
Again I need to believe
Again I need to listen
To the sound of His people in song,
Expressing beauty beyond words
And see in my mind’s eye His power pulsating
In the cracking of dawn over African plains
In the booming of thunder anticipating torrential rains
In the rumblings and shakings of earthquakes
In the beating of each man and woman’s heart
Again I need to feel the radiance and heat of His glory
This is the music, the sound, the beat, the experience
Of God, of Jehovah Jireh, of King of the Cosmos
Of nature’s rage, of all circumstances of people’s hearts…
He is Lord over unforeseeable happenings and unexplainable tragedies
And devastating pain, and out-of-this-world miracles and speech-arresting joy
And tear-provoking gratitude and hands-to-the-sky peace
Again.
Despite the road that faces me now, I will praise You, again.
The ground beneath me will cave, again.
Again, you will lift me out on the palm of Your hands.
Again I will dive into deeper waters and sink as I try to swim.
You will part the waters and I will walk on dry land, again.
Tell me again that my God sits enthroned above.
Tell me again that I have a perfect high priest who has saved me from my sins.
Tell me again I stand before the throne of Supreme, God Himself.
And that He hears my perfect plea
Again I can’t, and again He does
Again I fall and again He loves
Before the throne of God I come again
Again Jesus, son of God has died for me.