Monday, June 9, 2008

There Is A River

I've listened to this song too many times to mention. The Jars of Clay version has had a special place in my playlist for quite some time now. This morning something was different about it. I didn't write the lyrics, but this morning, the lyrics were mine.

I've always thought of Jael's death as something far beyond my understanding. I've even come to a place where I don't need to know the why. Don't get me wrong, in the beginning all I wanted was the why. Not anymore.

You see, I don't want to know the why, because I don't want control of my life. To know the why might be too much of a glimpse into what lies ahead. I know that as long as I am here on this Earth, there will be valleys to walk through, and I know now that God will bring me through them. He will not leave me there. I don't want to know that there is a valley ahead of me before I reach it. I choose to walk by faith, not sight. When I step off the mountain into the valley, it will be a blind leap, and I will land in His arms, and He will carry me out.

All of those whys, they were useful for a time, but the truth is, I am not in control of the things of His Kingdom and I don't want to be. Those are things that I was never meant to shoulder.

Lord, break the shadows I have designed. You will atone for those tears, and I am forever grateful for that.


THERE IS A RIVER

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 for things you have 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 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 go
These are things you were never meant to shoulder
Give it up, let 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 those 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

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

For all of those nights, that you cried all alone
All of your tears, love will atone

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