Go ::
And it’s somewhere between the pages of the
hymnbook of my youth and the creative
songs sung today
And it’s between the pews on a Sunday morning
and the cushioned chairs of a modern building
and the converted theater that is now
It is somewhere between the timeless
and the oh-so-present journey of a calling
that has spanned 10’s of thousands of miles
and 10’s of thousands of prayers
for this one life.
Somewhere between the singing and eye closing
and the privilege of doing it all in my heart
language. When it’s a baby room and it’s
a great chance to practice Hungarian as kids
drool, sleep, play and nurse.
And it’s somewhere when those lines sung
in this crazy hard new language…when there is
a resonance of heart and spirit even if the mind
is catching up to their meaning
those lines of that song that talk about the earth
and sky and you sing them again and again
and you have been given wings to fly and this big
wide country in need of people whose lives
are worship that I’m finding, finding, finding the
way to live like it is all real.
To take away the barriers that can so easily define
a worship that is so very, very, very much about me…
the feelings I get, the understanding I have,
the emotions that are called forth…and it’s there between
the God who calls for the worship of the letting go of
the dying to all that’s me of the surrender and of the
trusting in the hard and confusing and you literally
can not understand what is happening places that I am
beginning to see it all be…re-defined.
