My Song

Some days I feel like my life is like a knee that the cartilage is wearing out. There is no longer that cushion, that comfort. It’s just the grind of bone on bone. When I feel this way I run to a song by Switchfoot called the Blues. It was written on New Years eve and Jon Foreman sits there, looking at the decadence and just prays for the Second coming when all the wrongs are righted, when the poor are made rich, when the weak are made strong.

The Blues
Switchfoot

Is this the New Year or just another night?
Is this the new fear or just another fright?
Is this the new tear or just another desperation?


Is this the finger or just another fist?
Is this the kingdom or just a hit n' miss?
A misdirection, most in all this desperation

Is this what they call freedom?
Is this what you call pain?
Is this what they call discontented fame?

It'll be a day like this one
When the world caves in
When the world caves in


There's nothing here worth saving,
Is no one here at all?
Is there any net left that could break our fall?

It'll be a day like this one
When the sky falls down and the hungry and poor and deserted are found
Are you discontented?
Have you been pushing hard?
Have you been through and down this broken house of cards?

It'll be a day like this one
When the world caves in
When the world caves in

Is there nothing left now?
Nothing left to sing
Are there any left to haven't kiss the enemy?
Is this the New Year or just another desperation?

Just as I could find you, do the wicked never lose?
Is there any honest song to sing besides these blues?

And nothing is okay
Till the world caves in
Till the world caves in

My friend Marian Greer, a talented musician that leads the praise team at the FAoG in Harlan sings a song called Rapture Me. I have only heard it once or twice, but I recall the feeling. Sometimes I get tired of the fight. I get tired of the grinder that this world puts us through. I get tired of the warfare. The devil can be so resolute. Even through I know that we win... it wears me down. I end up tired and just waiting for the Return.

I woke up feeling that way this morning. I said to God on my way out the door at 6:00 for my Optimist meeting, "Artist-God, come today! I'm SO READY!"

I walked out and looked at the sky, a deep indigo from the early morning sun just beginning to paint the eastern skyline. It was raining and arching above my quaint little Iowa town was a perfect rainbow. It was bold and awesome towering over me. I saw it and I praised my God. I said, "Thank you Father for promises and beautiful things like the rainbow."

Everything is going to work out. Life is what it is. Jesus is coming just as sure as the sunrise comes every morning. Soon... very soon, everything will be ok.









I'm just holding on and waiting for the world to cave in.