November 12, 2006

I bought the new Jars of Clay disc the other day.

Little did I know it would speak to me as much as it does!!

There is a River (JofC)

There is a river that washes you clean. There is a tree that marks the places you've been. Blood that was spilled, although not your own. For all of your tears are the wages of things you've done. And all of those nights spent alone in the darkness of your mind. Give it up, let go. These are things you were never meant to shoulder. There is a river that washes you clean. There is a tree that marks the places you've been. Blood that was spilled, although not your own. For all of those tears, love will atone. So give it up the right to control the waves that empty out your life. Above wild skies are the rays that break the shadows we design. Give it up, let it go. These are things you were never meant to shoulder. Give it up, let it go. There is a river that washes you clean. There is a tree that marks the places you've been. Blood that was spilled, although not your own. For all of these things, love will atone. I know the world can turn in different ways. Most of the time we're simply hanging on. And under the signs of how we all behave. We might find the place that we belong. For all of those nights that you cried all alone. All of your tears, love will atone.