Are There Any Real Sundays?

Being able to use words to express what's going on inside yourself is a true gift. Even better though is the gift of expressing yourself in such words that others, when exposed to them, can say, "Yes, by god! That's precisely what I'm feeling." And so with that I offer the following from Billy Corgan, of the dazzling Smashing Pumpkins:

ZEITGEIST
flung wide
the salutations
the deep curse
and the shutter's close
a spring house
in the making
on good earth
of my many'd souls in my soul
and fears i don't know
i hear there's a march we should go
lost on this road
are there any real sundays to find?
unbound
on the rising
the pell mell
of the miser kings
as you saw what i'm seeing
oh you'd thaw from the fires
there's pace in your gait
and wake in your straights
i ache from the center out
lost on this road are there any real sundays to find?
lost on this road are there any real sundays to find?
lost on this road are there any real souls?
don't hear what i hear don't see what i see
don't leave what i must leave behind
lost on this road are there any real sundays to find?
this stop
i am hunger
the deep well
of a stranger held
and this heart a lonely hunter now
i'm lost on this road
are there any real sundays to find?
i'm lost on this road
are there any real souls?
are there any real souls to find?
are there any real souls to find?

Open Doors and the Breeze of Grace

The song below written by Mark Heard+, and the following song written by Rich Mullins+, has truly brought me out of a deep, dark, unsettling hole. Strong Hand of Love opened the door. If I Stand continues to sooth my aching heart, with the breath of God's grace.

I don't know why I seem to slip off the Rock who is my Redeemer, but every once in a while, sometimes for weeks at a time, I slip on the slimy stuff that is life; and off the rock and into the abyss of despair.

I just realized that both Mark Heard and Rich Mullins are now sainted, members of the Church Triumphant. But even as they now rest from their earthly labors, they continue to provide a faithful witness to the grace, mercy, and love of the Christ in whose presence they now dwell for all of eternity.

I thank God for both of them, and for all the musicians who continue to be faithful, to both their Lord, and their music.


IF I STAND
Rich Mullins

There's more that rises in the morning
Than the sun
And more that shines in the night
Than just the moon
It's more than just this fire here
That keeps me warm
In a shelter that is larger
Than this room

And there's a loyalty that's deeper
Than mere sentiments
And a music higher than the songs
That I can sing
The stuff of Earth competes
For the allegiance
I owe only to the Giver
Of all good things

So if I stand let me stand on the promise
That you will pull me through
And if I can't, let me fall on the grace
That first brought me to You

And if I sing let me sing for the joy
That has born in me these songs
And if I weep let it be as a man
Who is longing for his home

There's more that dances on the prairies
Than the wind
More that pulses in the ocean
Than the tide
There's a love that is fiercer
Than the love between friends
More gentle than a mother's
When her baby's at her side

And there's a loyalty that's deeper
Than mere sentiments
And a music higher than the songs
That I can sing
The stuff of Earth competes
For the allegence
I owe only to the Giver
Of all good things

So if I stand let me stand on the promise
That you will pull me through
And if I can't let me fall on the grace
That first brought me to You

And if I sing let me sing for the joy
That has born in me these songs
And if I weep let it be as a man
Who is longing for his home

And if I stand let me stand on the promise
That you will pull me through
And if I can't let me fall on the grace
That first brought me to You

And if I sing let me sing for the joy
That has born in me these songs
And if I weep let it be as a man
Who is longing for his home
And if I weep let it be as a man
Who is longing for his home

Preface

STRONG HAND OF LOVE
by Mark Heard

Down peppers the rain from a clear blue sky
Down trickles a tear on a youthful face
Feeling in haste and wondering why
Up struggles the sun from a wounded night
Out venture our hearts from their silent shrouds
Trying to ignite but wondering how

We can laugh and we can cry
And never see the strong hand of love hidden in the shadows
We can dance and we can sigh
And never see the strong hand of love hidden in the shadows

Young dreamers explode like popped balloons
Some kind of emotional rodeo
Learning too slow and acting too soon
Time marches away like a lost platoon
We gracefully age as we feel the weight
Of loving too late and leaving too soon

We can laugh and we can cry
And never see the strong hand of love hidden in the shadows
We can dance and we can sigh
And never see the strong hand of love hidden in the shadows