Saturday, April 22, 2006

I'm Being Lazy

I posted lyircs to a cool song earlier. Now, I am going to post more (because I also think these are really cool). On a side note, I'm working on re-editing what I wrote last night. I'll post it when I finish.

On to the lyrics :

Wilderness



The rain falls on the righteous and the wicked
and mine is not to reason why this is
In this I rest in this I find my refuge
That my thoughts and ways are not His
I spend my life on looking up the answers
It’s rare that I can’t find a reason why
But reasons fail at children without mothers
His plan is more than I can know

Have you ever held in doubt
What this life is all about
Have you questioned all these things that seem important to us
Do you really wanna know
Or are you a little scared
You’re afraid that God is not exactly what you’d have Him be
What should I hold to and what should I do
How do I know if anything’s true
I’m somewhere in-between Canaan and Egypt
A place called the wilderness

I’m not one who always trusts their feelings
I don’t believe in what you’d call blind faith
But faith that you can do all that you promised
And you said it all works for good
It’s safe to say I don’t see the big picture
I can’t see the forest for the trees
And if five hundred lives
Were mine to get to know You
all could be spent on just this

God do you really understand what it’s like to be a man?
Have You ever felt the weight of loving all the things you Hate?
Have You struggled? Have you worried?
How can You sympathize?


I have spoken too soon put my hand over my mouth
I can’t contend with You
Your ways are so much higher
And we pass through the fire that Christ endured before us
When You were in the wilderness


- O.C. Supertones


It's funny how many times you can hear a song and never notice its meaning, but on one certain night, you stop to look up the words, and they pin all your feelings straight to the door for everyone to understand.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

>>A sloth is a fuzzy-wuzzy creature with a baby's face and a panda's body. He is called a sloth because he is so slothful. He crept lazily along at more of a snail's pace than a snail. When we tried to hurry it (American habit, you know) the expression on the baby face seemed to say, "Please leave me alone and let me sleep." Have you ever felt that way?<<

('Doctor of the Happy Landings'
by Julia Lake and Eugene Kellersberger)

:-P

Kelly said...

Every day.

:-p