How fickle my heart
and how woozy my eyes
I zoom from one thing
to another, different interests grabbing me – Squirrel!
I struggle to find any truth in your lies
This world I live in
gives me lie after lie. If I buy this, my life will be organized. If I look
like this, I will be loved. “Buy and save …”
And now my heart stumbles on things I don't know
The Johari window …
what is not known to me, known to others … not known to others?
This weakness I feel I must finally show
For so much of my
life, I sought to hide my flaws, my weaknesses, my brokenness. Now, I let them
show. I am free.
Lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all
Lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all
You, my parishioner,
if we put our hands together, if we reach out to make action, we can commit
great acts of love and compassion.
But lend me your heart and I'll just let you fall
Don’t fall in love
with me. That’s not what I was called to ministry. It’s not about me being
loved. We’re profoundly loved by God. I will love you, but don’t give me your
heart. I will let you do what you need to do, which may mean letting you fall.
And I will certainly disappoint you.
Lend me your eyes I can change what you see
What I’m called to is
to look at life, examine it, turning it over and over and over. Maybe I can
show you something you haven’t seen before. (But you can probably do the same
for me.)
But your soul you
must keep, totally free
Don’t substitute my
judgment for yours. My job is to encourage you to strengthen your own soul, not
to be a “vicar,” vicariously taking care of your spiritual needs. I will not
give you the answers. I will give you seeds that you can plant, or examine and
throw away. Keep your soul, totally free to find YOUR truth.
In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
You can’t run away
from yourself. No matter how much you might want to. Trust me on this, if you
trust me on nothing else, for it is the broken voice of experience.
Where you invest your love, you invest your life
Yes. Yes. This. We
can have the grandest ideas in the world, but what do we love? What do we spend
our money on? What do we spend our hours on? We will look back to discover we
have filled our bank with investments in that.
In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love, you invest your life
Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
Let us find
awakening. Let us break free from the siren calls of Madison Avenue, of
magazines and videos that call us to be crafted of cream cheese and to find our
value in what we own, or do, rather than what we ontologically ARE.
You were made to meet your maker
Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
You were made to meet your maker
You were made to meet your maker
Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
You were made to meet your maker
You were made to meet your maker
We were made to be in communion with the divine mystery,
with that creative spirit that gave us existence. May we awake, and meet what
created us, what continues to make us what we are.
1 comment:
Yes! I find that a deeply spiritual song as well. I also would choose The Decemberists "Don't Carry It All" in my current Spiritual Pop Songs play list.
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