Show the Way
I've struggled to write lately. Circumstances have been stacking up on me. To be honest, I'm simply tired which is leading to extreme feelings of frustration. Sickness, death, rebellion, divorce and other nightmares both real and imagined are always hovering around our world, but they have landed on my doorstep and I'm out of sorts to say the least. So, I'm letting God speak to me through David Wilcox today. Perhaps He'll speak to you too.
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 makes 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 Love who makes 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
posted by Stephen Bailey @ 9:40 AM
3 comments
3 Comments:
I've always loved David Wilcox. He's got such a way with words.
I'm just reminded again after our phone conversation this morning and after reading this that "Love wrote the play."
I am praying a prayer from John 10 for you today...
"The man who enters by the gate is the shepherd of his sheep. The watchman opens the gate for him, and the sheep listen to his voice. He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. When he has brought out all his own, he goes on ahead of them, and his sheep follow him because they know his voice. But they will never follow a stranger; in fact, they will run away from him because they do not recognize a stranger's voice."
The thing I've always been struck with here is that Jesus reminds us that we know His voice...in fact, we can even distinguish it from a stranger's voice.
My prayer today for you is that you would have clarity between the voice of the Shepherd and the voice of a stranger. What an honor it is to walk this road with you, my dear, dear brother.
I didn't know that my two sweet friends also loved David Wilcox. When I was reading the first part of your post I was thinking about the David Wilcox song....The sun will come out again.
I need to pull out those old CDs and listen to them tomorrow.
I love that you share your struggle. I love that you are what you are and don't try to pretend to be in a place where you are not. I pray that time will mend your broken heart and the pain your family has been through will enable you to "paint your world with richer colors."
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