Loc: somewhere in Africa
last night i was given tickets to a Michael Card & Phil Keaggy concert. it was amazing. the best part was when MC said he had a gift for us - his favorite song of the over 420 he has written. he said that he - like many others - has a hard time with the expectations of entering into the happiness and joy that are presumed to be part of the Christmas season. this song is for the wounded and sorrowful:
Come Lift Up Your Sorrows by Michael Card
If you are wounded, if you are alone, If you are angry, if your heart is cold as stone, If you have fallen and if you are weak, Come find the worth of God That only the suffering seek.
(Chorus) Come lift up your sorrows And offer your pain; Come make a sacrifice Of all your shame; There in your wilderness He's waiting for you To worship Him with your wounds, For He's wounded too.
He has not stuttered, and He has not lied When He said, "Come unto me, you're not disqualified" When your heavy laden, you may want to depart, But those who know sorrow are closest to His heart.
In this most Holy Place He's made a sacred space For those who will enter in And trust to cry out to Him; You'll find no curtain there, No reason left for fear; There's perfect freedom here To weep every unwept tear.
A man talking sense to himself is no madder than a man talking nonsense to not himself. Or just as mad. So there you are. Stark raving sane. - Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead
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