Music can be healing. Music plays a vital role in the condition of our souls (Your Soul being your mind, your will and your emotions) As I have done in the past, the following blog was written in close accordance with a specific song (usually playing on repeat in the background, with the tapping of keys in the forground lol) My computer genius of a husband has figured out a way to put a player on the right hand sidebar of this webpage, so at your leisure you can play the song that inspired the following piece of writing. I do hope you are able to take the time to listen to it, as really, the poem that follows will make little sense without it.
**Update**(Soon I will be posting a new blog and the song will be replaced for another. If you are just now findng this blog and the song has been replaced, or if the player will not upload for you, Here is a permanent link where you should be able to listen to it. "Find me in the River" by Delirious? and Amy Grant)**
I have said that my blogs will not always be happy go lucky blogs, some *I hope* will inspire and encourage, although I have found if I limit myself to only writing ones that end with hope, as a writer I have limited myself as well, and thats not so pretty. Writing has been a free form of expression for me since I was very young. To bottle up the words swirling in my heart would become counterproductive for me as an individual and would stifle part of who God created. I fell in love with this song this morning. These lyrics resonated exactly with where I am right now:
"We didn't count on suffering,
we didn't count on pain,
But if the blessing's in the valley,
then in the river I'll wait."
I put it on repeat and the following poem just spilled out, along with quite a few tears lol. Seems it hit home more than I thought it would:
Streams
By Kristy
Dusty shoes leaving dusty prints
Lost in The Forest of Confusion.
Walking for so long,
In a dry and thirsty land.
For days I stumble and fall,
Lost, so very lost
Do you see me?
Wondering through the trees
Pushing through the thickets
In search of water
The rain isnt enough,
But it keeps me going
The dew doesnt satisfy
But it keeps
For a little while,
Just a little while longer
Please come to me
That I might find
The streams that overrun,
To collapse into the currents,
Salty tears mix with living water
Letting it overwhelm
Lifting, washing away
All the dirt of sin,
All the dust of the journey,
All the clouds that confuse the mind,
That choke the soul.
Finally
To drink Him in,
The release
Is flowing,
At last
Redemption is
At hand.
"O God, you are my God;
Early I will seek you;
My soul thirsts for you;
My flesh longs for you
In a dry and thirsty land
Where there is no water."
~Psalm 63:1
If anyone thirsts, let him come to Me and drink. ~John 7:37
Deep calls unto deep at the noise of Your waterfalls;
All Your waves and billows have gone over me. ~Psalm 42:7
"The poor and needy seek water, but there is none,
thier tongues fail for thirst,
I, the Lord, will hear them;
I, the God of Israel, will not forsake them.
I will open rivers in desolate heights,
and fountains in the midst of
valleys;
I will make the wilderness a pool of water,
And the dry land springs of water."
~Isaiah 41:17-18
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February 24, 2006 - <i>Untitled Comment</i>
Loved your thoughts and poetry, you can still write I see (smiling) well done Dot!
I quick comment about tough times....
I have found that it is at the time when I have done all i know to do....at the times when I have been brought low...at the times when I have no strength and give up, that HE is found more deeply, more compassionately, more intimately than I knew Him before.
In those times when I am weak, He is found strong; in times when I dispair, in Him is hope; in times when I am faithless, He is found faithful.
It is in these times that I am found still, to find He is GOD...not me.
In these times I am humbled, for I KNOW have I have come to the end of myself, and find that is just where He wanted me all along- totally dependent upon Him.
Not in my own abilities (which HE gave in the first place) but in Him alone.
For in HIM we live and move and have our being.
As a branch firmly looking to the Vine for it's nurishment and life itself, for apart from Him I can do nothing but wither away; I cannot add a single moment to my life by worry, nor a single inch to my height by fearful concern.....but just be still and learn HE is God.
All I survey and percieve is there by His word alone.
The stars and the moon, hung there by His command; the sun placed just the right distance to warm and not to destroy with fire.
To grasp the invisibly minute vapers of moisture and draw them into the heavens to gather and then to pour rain to water the earth.
So what sort of man am I?
To have no fear that the moon suddenly fall to the earth, or to have no fear of the sun sorching the planet, or that the skies dry up?
And yet I doubt His care and provision promised by THE SAME MOUTH which formed and placed in the heavens all the wonders I take for granted?
He is found by the humble, for He opens Himself to them, and then we are more humbled still because of His presence with us....
Love you Dot, love your blogs, love your heart..........praying for you still
Edited by 2tidbits on February 24, 2006 at 11:32 AM