Monday, March 24, 2008

Oh my God.

Has something ever intrigued you so much that for a moment, you forget everything you were worried about? Have you ever been so confused and just stepped into a moment of clarity that was so painstakingly clear that it terrified you? Last night, as I cried out to God about the direction of my life, I listened to this song. Somehow, I went from crying about myself to weeping over the direction the world has taken. Oh, how I wish I could change myself. Oh, how I long to make a difference. Oh my God.

Oh my God, look around this place
Your fingers reach around the bone
You set the break and set the tone
Flights of grace, and future falls
In present pain
All fools say, "Oh my God"

Oh my God, Why are we so afraid?
We make it worse when we don't bleed
There is no cure for our disease
Turn a phrase, and rise again
Or fake your death and only tell your closest friend
Oh my God

Oh my God, can I complain?
You take away my firm belief and graft my soul upon your grief
Weddings, boats and alibis
All drift away, and a mother cries

Liars and fools; sons and failures
Thieves will always say
Lost and found; ailing wanderers
Healers always say
Whores and angels; men with problems
Leavers always say
Brokenhearted; separated
Orphans always say
War creators; racial haters
Preachers always say
Distant fathers; fallen warriors
Givers always say
Pilgrim saints; lonely widows
Users always say
Fearful mothers; watchful doubters
Saviors always say

Sometimes I cannot forgive
And these days mercy cuts so deep

If the world was how it should be,
maybe I could get some sleep

While I lay, I dream we're better,

Scales were gone and faces light

When we wake, we hate our brother

We still move to hurt each other

Sometimes I can close my eyes,

And all the fear that keeps me silent
falls below my heavy breathing,

What makes me so badly bent?

We all have a chance to murder

We all feel the need for wonder

We still want to be reminded
that the pain is worth the thunder

Sometimes when I lose my grip,
I wonder what to make of heaven

All the times I thought to reach up

All the times I had to give

Babies underneath their beds

Hospitals that cannot treat
all the wounds that money causes,

All the comforts of cathedrals

All the cries of thirsty children - this is our inheritance

All the rage of watching mothers - this is our greatest offense

Oh my God
Oh my God

Oh my God

--Jars of Clay


kristina said...

this is my all time favorite song. i can listen to it over and over. it drives me to do more.. to look outside my own life and see the hurting and pain of the world.

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