Thursday, April 16, 2020

We'll never be ready if we keep waiting...

We got our feet on the wire
Talking 'bout flying
Maybe we're diving in over our heads
Scared of what I'm feeling
Staring at the ceiling
Here tonight
Come on and lay down these arms
All our best defenses
We're taking our chances here on the run
The fear is an anchor
Time is a stranger
Love isn't borrowed
We aren't promised tomorrow
We'll never be ready if we keep waiting
For the perfect time to come
Hold me steady, we'll never be ready
When we don't know, though we can't see
Just walk on down this road with me
Hold me steady, we'll never be ready
You're OK here with me
Here in the silence
With all of the violence crashing around
Saying we can't go
Saying we don't know
This road that is narrow is the one we should follow
We'll never be ready if we keep waiting
For the perfect time to come
Hold me steady, we'll never be ready
When we don't know, though we can't see
Just walk on down this road with me
Hold me steady, we'll never be ready
Steady my hands this one could turn around
Steady my heart, it's beating faster
Steady my hands this one could turn around
Steady my heart, it's beating faster
Beating faster now
We'll never be ready if we keep waiting
For the perfect time to come
Hold me steady, we'll never be ready
When we don't know, though we can't see
Just walk on down this road with me
Hold me steady, never be ready
Hold me steady, we'll never be ready
Hold me steady, we'll never be ready
Hold me steady, we'll never be ready




Friday, March 20, 2020

Heaven knows

There's no time to waste
In this famous goodbye
There's Angels landing on the shore

So lay down with me
Let the river run dry
It's Sunday in the six-day war
Smile darling don't be sad
Stars are going to shine tonight
Tell me where the good men go
Before I wash away
Walk me down the old brick road
So I can die where I met you
Hold me like we're going home
Turn your tears to rain
Bury me beautiful
Heaven knows how I loved you
There's a children's choir in perfect parade
Singing like they found the Lord
I can't say if they'll let me in
But we can dance the way we did
High above the seventh floor
Smile darling don't be sad
Stars are going to shine tonight
Tell me where the good men go
Before I wash away
Walk me down the old brick road
So I can die where I met you
Hold me like we're going home
Turn your tears to rain
Bury me beautiful
Heaven knows how I loved you
And how I loved you
Father hear your son
Do the good die young
Did I raise you up, raise you up
Make you proud
Let the sun go out
Tear the bridges down
I'm on my way, on my way
I'm going home
Home
Tell me where the good men go
Before I wash away
Walk me down the old brick road
So I can die where I met you
Hold me like we're going home
Turn your tears to rain
Bury me beautiful
Heaven knows how I loved you
Tell me where the good men go
Before I wash away
Walk me down the old brick road
So I can die where I met you
Hold me like we're going home
Turn your tears to rain
Bury me beautiful
Heaven knows how I loved you
Heaven Knows

-- Five for Fighting, "Heaven Knows"; Album:  Bookmarks




Thursday, March 19, 2020

Round and round...

Because, why not...

Can you tell me where we're going to?
Can you tell me what it is we really want to find?
Is the truth really there? Or is it right under our hair?
For all we know it's been there all the time

I say, nothing comes from dreamers but dreams
I say, sitting idle in our boat while everyone else is down the stream
Nothing comes from talkers but sound
We can talk all we want to, but the world still goes around and round
Round and round We go round and round and round
And what we're looking for still isn't found

Can you tell me when we gonna get to it
I'm tired of fooling around I said I want to do it (go to it, get to it)
I learned my lesson young, I said if want to have fun (go for it)
And when you win say, "I knew it" (go for it, get to it)

Nothing comes from dreamers but dreams
I say, sitting idle in our boat while everyone else is down the stream
Nothing comes from talkers but sound
We can talk all we want to, but the world still goes around and round
Round, round, round, round, round, round
Round and round
We go round and round and round
And what we're looking for still isn't found

-  Round and Round, Prince / Tevin Campbell; Graffiti Bridge



Tuesday, March 10, 2020

"Be true, unbeliever"

"We've talked about this before," he said slowly. "Its hard to explain.  I guess the question is, are you a person - with volition and maybe some stubbornness and at least the capacity if not the actual determination to do do something surprising - or are you a tool?  A tool just serves its user.  It's only as good as the skill of its user, and it's not good for anything else.  So if you want to accomplish something special - something more than you can do for yourself - you can't use a tool.  You have to use a person and hope the surprises will work in your favor.  You have to use something that's free to not be what you had in mind."

--Stephen R. Donaldson,"The One Tree", The Second Chronicles of Thomas Covenant, the Unbeliever




Tuesday, March 3, 2020

Cracking a light

Lord I'm still trying at this my hardest
Would you pick us all up from the fall?
Rip a little corner of the darkness
just a crack of light in the middle of it all

-- Mat Kearney, All I have

Saturday, February 29, 2020

The Waiting

Its been forever since I've written here on this blog.  My absence here hasn't been because I am no longer interested or involved in the stuff I've been writing writing about.  Quite the opposite actually - feel like I am much more involved than ever, but just not much I feel like writing about here at the moment, I guess.  Maybe that changes in the future.  I don't really know.

Anyway, as I was thinking through things a bit this morning - where things stand, what's going on, etc. - this song by Tom Petty came bouncing into my mind.  If you were to ask me where I am at right now, the words from the chorus here sum it up pretty well.  So much so that I thought it was a nice excuse for a short post
The waiting is the hardest part
Every day you see one more card
You take it on faith, you take it to the heart,
The waiting is the hardest part
 -- The Waiting, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, from the album "Hard Promises"


Saturday, November 9, 2019

Healing

But unto you that fear my name
shall the Sun of Righteousness arise with healing in his wings
And ye shall go forth and grow up as calves in the stall.

-- 3 Nephi, The Book of Mormon


Just thinking about this a bit lately... healing.  The more I think about it and the more I experience for myself, this seems to be more or less the whole point.  To be healed.   Restored to something that we were before, only now not before, but something somehow different and even better.  Something even more full and more complete than what we once were.

We are not ourselves right now.  We are sick.  All of us.  Spirits ill-housed in corrupted bodies, apparently plain and simple truths and stories taken away from us creating voids of unbelief, and evil spirits inhabiting our minds and hearts in the wake of that unbelief, causing confusion, hatred, and worse.

We need to be healed.  That is what you try and do with sick people, and I think that is what God is trying to do with us.