Rejoice & Lament

So many things stirring in my heart this week, yet so difficult to coalesce any two of them into anything that resembles unified thought. There has been death and grieving and failure and discomfort in relationships and hard work and hot weather. Therefore, I resort to music once again to point at something that the Lord is teaching and revealing to me.





Learn this lesson well, my friend 
There’s a time to rejoice and lament 
Every season will find an end 
All will fade and be made new again 

Standing on the rocks of the railroad tracks 
Feet calloused, eyes open, sun beats on my back 
As I gaze upon the unseen winds 
And they are wandering, whispering 
Wisdom that’s eternal 
From the heart to the mind 
To the hand to the journal 
Now the kernel of the seeds in the cleft of the rock 
And it’s watered by the winds 
Having power to unlock and 
Stop the clock of chronological logic 
With its homogenized systems 
That are dead and can’t dodge it 
Being deaf to the voice of the Almighty One 
Spirit illumines the dark like a fire 
Revealing the way that was hidden but is higher 
Now we must travel on the wings 
That will never grow tired 
Of searching the mysteries of God 
I said Father the feathers of my wax wings 
Fall away by the rising of the sun 
And I have descended when I was undone 
And I will ascend when your Spirit comes 
Because what’s been done and overcome 
Cannot be stopped by the power of any human 
Like the number of sand we will stand 
And we will fall, all 
In the face of an eternal call 
But those who call on His name 
In the midst of the pain 
In the guilt and the shame 
And the world full of blame 
And all the bloody stains 
From the unjust gains 
I learned all men suffer the same 
Because we’re wayward sons 
And all our jokes betray 
Our foolish hearts and our selfish ways 
But if we would turn to the Father’s grace 
We would never be the same 
This is an unseen land of a devastated soul 
That’s prepared in contemplative silence 
For the mighty working hand of an unseen Lord 
To come restore this land from its violence 
I said walk another mile 
Stare across the fields of grain 
This is how the prophets train 

Learn this lesson well my friend 
There’s a time to rejoice and lament 
Every season will find an end 
All will fade and be made new again