When the world welcomes us in, We’re closer to Heaven than we’ll ever know. They say this place has changed, But strip away all of the technology And you will see That we all are hunters, Hunting for something that will make us okay. Here we lay alone in hospital beds, Tracing life in our heads; But all that is left Is that this was our entrance and now it’s our exit, As we find our way home. All the blood and all the sweat That we invested to be loved Follows us into our end, Where we begin to understand That we are made of love, And all the beauty stemming from it. We are made of love, And every fracture caused by the lack of it. “You were a million years of work,” Said God and His angels, with needle and thread. They kissed your head and said, “You’re a good kid and you make us proud. So just give your best and the rest will come, And we’ll see you soon.” All the blood and all the sweat That we invested to be loved Follows us into our end, Where we begin to understand That maybe Hollywood was right: When the credits have rolled and the tears have dried, The answers that we have been dying to find Are all pieced together and, somehow, Made perfectly mine. We are made of love, And all the beauty stemming from it. We are made of love, And every fracture caused by the lack of love.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Needle & Thread
Hmmm....on this Sunday evening I find myself inspired by the song "Needle & Thread" by Sleeping At Last. It's such a beautiful expression of the fall of man and the way God reconciles everything back to himself.