Lyrics blog!

Ok, I definitely blog too much sometimes. lol

All who sail the sea of faith
Find out before too long
How quickly blue skies can grow dark
And gentle winds grow strong
Suddenly fear is like white water
Pounding on the soul
Still we sail on knowing
That our Lord is in control
Sometimes He calms the storm
With a whispered "peace be still"
He can settle any sea
But it doesn't mean He will
Sometimes He holds us close
And lets the wind and waves go wild
Sometimes He calms the storm
And other times He calms His child
He has a reason for each trial
That we pass through in life
And though we're shaken
We cannot be pulled apart from Christ
No matter how the driving rain beats down
On those who hold to faith
A heart of trust will always
Be a quiet peaceful place
--Scott Kripayne

Personally, I prefer the bold part. I like the crazy depressing horrific parts of life. I like knowing there's a plan I can't see, that Someone is in control, that I'll be amazed on the other side. I like the calm in the middle of the storm. I fell in love with this song during The Breakup (yeah, probably doesn't need to be capitalized, but that way you know I mean the bad one without using names...since apparently that is illegal *rolls eyes*). I listen to it on repeat when I'm trying to go to sleep these days. Or when I'm about to lose it on ReveLife.

Speaking of ReveLife...

Which Jesus do you follow,
Which Jesus do you serve?
If Ephesians says to imitate Christ,
Why do you look so much like the world?
Cause My Jesus bled and died
He spent His time with thieves and liars,
He loved the poor and accosted the arrogant
So which one do you want to be?
Blessed are the poor in spirit,
or do we pray to blessed with with the wealth of this land?
Blessed are they that hunger and thirst for righteousness
Or do we ache for another taste of this world of shifting sands?
My Jesus bled and died for my sins
He spent His time with thieves and sluts and liars,
He loved the poor and accosted the rich,
So which one do you want to be
Who is this that You follow?
This picture of the American dream,
If Jesus was here would you walk right by on the other side,
Or fall down and worship at His holy feet?
Pretty blue eyes and curly brown hair and a clear complexion,
Is how you see Him as He dies for Your sins,
But the Word says He was battered and scarred
Or did you miss that part?
Sometimes I doubt we'd recognize Him
My Jesus bled and died
He spent His time with thieves and the least of these,
He loved the poor and accosted the comfortable,
So which one do you want to be,
Cause my Jesus would never be accepted in my church
The blood and dirt on His feet might stain the carpet,
But He reaches for the hurting and despises the proud
And,I think He'd prefer Beale St. to the stained glass crowd
And I know that He can hear me if I cry out loud
I want to be like my Jesus I want to be like my Jesus
I want to be like my Jesus I want to be like my Jesus
Not a posterchild for American prosperity,
but like my Jesus
You see I'm tired of living for success and popularity
I want to be like my Jesus
but I'm not sure what that means to be like You Jesus
Cause You said to live like You,
love like You but then You died for me
Can I be like You Jesus?
I wanna be like you Jesus
I wanna be Like my Jesus
--Todd Agnew

I play this one while posting on ReveLife sometimes. When it gets hard, and I have to remind myself who Jesus is. I fell in love with this song the first time I heard "My Jesus would never be accepted in my Church cuz the blood and dirt on His feet might stain the carpet." I was driving along (well, Sarah was driving, I was totally zoning out) and I looked at her and went "Ouch!" And she, in her characteristic Sarah-ness just looked at me and nodded slowly and decisively in agreement. I think I'd just been on my homeless trip and totally identified with all those things he talks about.
But my favorite line is the Beale street one, in case you didn't notice my banner. Because at CU New Orleans was like, the epitome of evil or something. When Katrina came through there were two girls on the treadmills in front of me and one of them said something along the lines of it was their fault for not leaving. I almost fell off my treadmill, making them turn and look at me. I was gaping at them, trying to regain balance. I spent the next 30 minutes glaring at them, letting my anger fuel my run. I wanted to dive at them and knock them off their high horse and smack them around for a while. I'd been to New Orleans. I'd seen the poverty. I knew people who probably didn't get out bc they couldn't afford it...well, their parents couldn't afford it. Yeah, kids.
So Beale St. holds a special place in my heart, just because it signifies New Orleans in general, and even more in general: the people other people don't want to bother with.

Well, news flash! There are people who can "stand" you. There are people who care about you. Care about your physical/emotional/spiritual health. There are people who don't find you "intolerable." There are people who defend you. There are people who would die for you.

Even if it's just me and Jesus. I'm ok with being a member of that club.