My middle son, David, is a musician in an indie rock band, called We Barbarians. He's at SXSW in Austin, Texas right now and moving to New York after his shows there. I miss you already, Dave!
My purpose here isn't to promote the band, but to resonate with some of the song lyrics that he's writing. I'm heartened by the journey that David is on. He married Donia a little over two years ago and that new relationship has encouraged him to self-examination. This look inward is critical in the spiritual life of a Believer. I'm not going to elaborate on what we learn when we go to the spiritual mirror. I think each one of us will see a unique reflection. Here's some of what one young man is finding as he looks inside:
I've watched myself fall apart
I've quietly hid things from the start
Disintegrated pieces
I am scattered and can't be gathered
I can't let go
I've quietly hid things from the start
Disintegrated pieces
I am scattered and can't be gathered
I can't let go
What I know now
What I know now
I'll peel back what is left
It seemed like nothin', but it's somethin'
I'll sit and wait for what's next
I'll shed my layers and feel lighter
Will I go back?
God, I hope not
God, I hope not
I've been shouting for growth
I'm cool and warm all at the same time
Re-hollowed and blotted out
Take hold now, don't stay down, don't stay down
I can't let go
What I know now
I'll peel back what is left
It seemed like nothin', but it's somethin'
I'll sit and wait for what's next
I'll shed my layers and feel lighter
Will I go back?
God, I hope not
God, I hope not
I've been shouting for growth
I'm cool and warm all at the same time
Re-hollowed and blotted out
Take hold now, don't stay down, don't stay down
I can't let go
What I forgot
What I forgot
Will I go back?
God, I hope not
What I forgot
Will I go back?
God, I hope not
From "Chambray" by We Barbarians
And then there's this:
Things are shifting
The wreckage gets stirred up
Beneath the surface
Is where I cover up
A sense of feeling
Is what I want
To be taken apart
I sit in hallways
Head buried in hands
I see myself there
I don't know who I am
A sense of feeling
Is what I want
To be taken apart
I need to get some movement
Get out of my headspace
Get into a good place
A place where I can wake up
Taking it all in stride
The phases, they realign
Everything in its time
Taking it all in stride
From "Headspace" by We Barbarians
I sense that there are, and should be, some common spiritual attributes of Believers. I'm resonating with what David is discovering and grateful to my Creator for His patience, understanding, love and grace to me and my family. God has blessed me and I exalt Him.
Here are links to the two songs, if you'd like to hear:
This has been re-posted at LL Barkat's On, In and Around Mondays
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