Archive for the 'Fear' Category

03
Sep
07

I Will Not Fear

Isaiah 41:10 personalized.

“I will not fear, for you God are with me; I will not be dismayed, for You are my God. You will strengthen me and help me; You will uphold me with your righteous right hand.”

11
May
07

If my life was a map . . .

This song comes from my heart today. Would that I be made new.

The Altar

I’m at the end of myself, I just dropped out of the running
I don’t recall when I last pulled the shades and said “here comes the sun, here comes the new day”
Someone remind me again that joy might show up on ocassion
I’m sitting here with my hands on my head, and my eyes on the ground, wondering if I’ll be found by You

Will you make me new? Will you take what’s left of me?
I guarantee that it won’t be a fair trade.
Will you set me free from what’s keeping me afraid?
I know I’ve prayed it all before, but I’m back on the altar

I don’t believe what they say about one foot in front of the other
If my life was a map, you’d see every last step just circling around, still lost, never found by You

So will you make me new? Will you take what’s left of me?
I guarantee that it won’t be a fair trade.
Will you set me free from what’s keeping me afraid?
I know I’ve prayed it all before, but I’m back on the altar

Maybe last year I’d have made empty promises
Maybe last month I’d have tried to pull strings
But I don’t have one single chip left to bargain with
The only thing left is me needing You to make me new

Will you take what’s left of me?
I guarantee that it won’t be a fair trade
Will you set me free from what’s keeping me afraid?
I know I’ve prayed it all before
But I’m back
On the altar

by Nicole Nordeman, from her album, Brave [Special Edition]

09
May
07

There You Go

There You Go!

Is this the strange feeling
Of you working all to good
‘Cause I am so confused
I don’t even ask for what I should

When I asked for and deserved a stone
You broke and gave your body as bread
And even the stone that dropped down and rolled away
Spoke of the one who bled

There you go working good from my bad
There you go making robes from my rags
There you go melting crowns from my calves
There you go working good of all I have
Till all I have’s not that bad

When I asked for and deserved a serpent
You gave a net full of fish
And even the serpent that told the lie
When lifted high foretold the gift

For you so loved the unlovable
That you gave the ineffable
That who so believes the unbelievable
Will gain the unattainable

Song by Caedmon’s Call, from their album, 40 Acres.

21
Apr
07

Lonely Moon

Another Mark Heard favorite.

Our world doesn’t offer hope, despite what they say. Without a God who is ever present, I think this would describe me. I am thankful that I am not an “orphan,” living “by the light of the lonely moon.”

LONELY MOON
by Mark Heard.

Was a child and a newcomer to the ways of the world
Eyes ablaze with the light of high noon
Just to love and to be loved was all he wanted
By the light of the lonely moon

They taught him to capture and tame wild pathos
Sold him distractions and made every day seem the same
Caught the Holy Ghost lurking in his cellar and threw Him out
Leaving just a lonely name

Soon they took everything that he lived for
So he asked them to please take his life too
They denied him existence but they let him live
In a lonely room

He would suckle at the bosom of Mother Earth
But his experience poisons that thought
He falls prey somehow
To the silence of the deep-space dark
Of this lonely blue rock

Now his path is lit only by the light of falling stars
The embers fall to scorch and cut his face
He wants to believe in his unbelief
In a lonely place

But they buried his conscience
Near to the grave of God
Sealed his soul up in a tomb of tears
And they scattered his ashes East of Eden someplace
On a lonely breeze

Was a child and a newcomer to the ways of the world
Eyes ablaze with the light of high noon
Just to love and to be loved was all he needed
By the light of the lonely moon
By the light of the lonely moon

09
Apr
07

Love & Fear

I once had a discussion about Fear and Love with a friend of mine. It seems fitting that the song is by U2 as well. Enjoy.

27
Feb
07

Go the Other Way

I wonder what Robert Frosts poem would have been like if there had been a sign like this?
hard-times

Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.

The Road Not Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same, 10

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back. 15

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 20

23
Feb
07

. . . it’s love writing this story

I come back to this song often. I was listening to it this evening in the car. It’s a nice word picture of the sovreign hand of God, through hurts and challenges. I believe what the song says, but I can’t always see it. O, why can’t I see the hand of love mixing the mortar and stacking the stones? I guess the mixing and stacking isn’t a pleasant process.

Show The Way
from the album Live Songs and Stories

You say you see no hope, you say you see no reason
We should dream that the world would ever change
You’re saying love is foolish to believe
‘Cause there’ll always be some crazy with an Army or a Knife
To wake you from your day dream, put the fear back in your life…

Look, if someone wrote a play just to glorify
What’s stronger than hate, would they not arrange the stage
To look as if the hero came too late he’s almost in defeat
It’s looking like the Evil side will win, so on the Edge
Of every seat, from the moment that the whole thing begins

It is…

Love who mixed the mortar
And it’s love who stacked these stones
And it’s love who made the stage here
Although it looks like we’re alone
In this scene set in shadows
Like the night is here to stay
There is evil cast around us
But it’s love that wrote the play…
For in this darkness love can show the way

So now the stage is set. Feel you own heart beating
In your chest. This life’s not over yet.
so we get up on our feet and do our best. We play against the
Fear. We play against the reasons not to try
We’re playing for the tears burning in the happy angel’s eyes

For it’s…

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