Dream•sync

Finally set up my stereo in my office, so I can actually listen to the radio - specifically FLN.  At one point I started listening to my 'old' radio stations - the ones I grew up with...and though I liked hearing some of the same songs I remember from way back when, it reminded me why I walked away from listening to those types of stations.  The world view they project is not Biblical by any stretch of interpretation.

Which is why I'm careful about the music I choose to listen to.  And why I've come to believe knowing the lyrics of the songs I listen to is so important.  Words are powerful.  And why listening to FLN is so refreshing :)

And now the real reason for writing today after such a long blog pause - I just heard a Sidewalk Prophets song and it really struck me today, so I thought I'd put the lyrics up.  I pulled them from their website which you can find here:  Sidewalk Prophets - The Words I Would Say

The Words I Would Say

Three in the morning, and I’m still awake
So I picked up a pen and a page
And I started writing just what I’d say
If we were face to face

I’d tell you just what you mean to me
Tell you these simple truths

CHORUS
Be strong in the Lord
And never give up hope
You’re gonna do great things
I already know
God’s got His hand on You
So don’t live life in fear
Forgive and forget
But don’t forget why you’re here
Take your time and pray
These are the words I would say

Last time we spoke you said you were hurting
And I felt your pain in my heart
I want to tell you that I keep on praying
That love will find you where you are

I know cause I’ve already been there
So please hear these simple truths

CHORUS

Say… from one simple life to another
I will say… come find peace in the Father

Be strong in the Lord
And never give up hope
You’re gonna do great things
I already know
God’s got His hand on You
So don’t live life in fear
Forgive and forget
But don’t forget why you’re here

Take your time and pray
And thank God for each day
His love will find a way
These are the words I would say

Felt like someone would need to hear these words as much as I did today :)

Listening to: "Revelation" by Third Day
Reading: 'The Body Farm' by Patricia Cornwell. Just finished '206 Bones' by Kathy Reichs and started on this novel.  Stuck in the forensic murder mystery genre lately.
Studying: 'Living Beyond Yourself' by Beth Moore. Week 5: Peace Be with You. Still working through the homework for this week even though my friend and I already met and watched the video (which was good). She's gone for a few weeks so we won't meet again until early December.  That gives me plenty of time to catch up on my homework :) 

that's right - and sooner than expected. Yesterday a USPS truck actually drove down our driveway and was going to leave a 'you weren't here so we're keeping your box at the post office' note but thankfully my Dad intercepted the mail carrier before he could leave :)

Haven't taken any pictures yet but I'll tell you - it's exquisite :)

I realized also that after all this talk of this poem, that I haven't actually given you the full poem to read, so I'm including it here. And I don't have the book under lock and key yet, so if you're at prayer and praise tomorrow night you may just get a glimpse of it....

Enjoy :)

Mortality
William Knox
Job, iii. Ecclesiastes, i.


Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast-flying cloud,
A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave,
He passes from life to his rest in the grave.

The leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade,
Be scattered around, and together be laid;
And the young and the old, the low and the high,
Shall molder to dust, and together shall lie.

The infant a mother attended and loved;
The mother that infant’s affection who proved;
The husband, that mother and infant who blessed;
Each, all, are away to their dwelling of rest.

The maid on whose cheek, on whose brow, in whose eye,
Shone beauty and pleasure—her triumphs are by;
And the memory of those who loved her and praised,
Are alike from the minds of the living erased.

The hand of the king that the sceptre hath borne,
The brow of the priest that the mitre hath worn,
The eye of the sage, and the heart of the brave,
Are hidden and lost in the depths of the grave.

The peasant, whose lot was to sow and to reap,
The herdsman, who climbed with his goats up the steep,
The beggar, who wandered in search of his bread,
Have faded away like the grass that we tread.

The saint, who enjoyed the communion of Heaven,
The sinner, who dared to remain unforgiven,
The wise and the foolish, the guilty and just,
Have quietly mingled their bones in the dust.

So the multitude goes—like the flower or the weed
That withers away to let others succeed;
So the multitude comes—even those we behold,
To repeat every tale that has often been told.

For we are the same that our fathers have been;
We see the same sights that our fathers have seen;
We drink the same stream, we feel the same sun,
And run the same course that our fathers have run.

The thoughts we are thinking, our fathers would think;
From the death we are shrinking, our fathers would shrink;
To the life we are clinging, they also would cling—
But it speeds from us all like a bird on the wing.

They loved—but the story we cannot unfold;
They scorned—but the heart of the haughty is cold;
They grieved—but no wail from their slumber will come;
They joyed—but the tongue of their gladness is dumb.

They died—aye, they died—we things that are now,
That walk on the turf that lies over their brow,
And make in their dwellings a transient abode,
Meet the things that they met on their pilgrimage road.

Yea, hope and despondency, pleasure and pain,
Are mingled together in sunshine and rain;
And the smile and the tear, the song and the dirge,
Still follow each other, like surge upon surge.

’Tis the wink of an eye—’tis the draught of a breath—
From the blossom of health to the paleness of death,
From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud
Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?

Listening to: Jars of Clay 'Futhermore: From the Studio'
Reading: 'In The Courts of the Sun' by Brian D'Amato. I'm enjoying the book. Still a few sections and details that are unnecessary, but being immersed in Maya culture even fictionally is cool.
Studying: 'Living Beyond Yourself' by Beth Moore. Week 4: The Joy of the Lord is Our Strength. A bit behind on my studies - need to quit playing Call of Duty early tonight so I can do some real studying :)
FB Friends: Read it in situ here: dreamsync.blogspot.com