it’s sara groves running through my mind this eve. tell me what you know, about God and the world and human soul. where so much can go wrong, and still there are songs.
there still are, you know.
songs, i mean.
i’ve never read i know why the caged bird sings, but it occurs to me this might be a good time to read it.
i am tired of opening twitter to find my timeline is filled with stories of violence. perhaps i am an ostrich in this way, although rather than hide from what’s happening, i would rather it not happen.
i remember, five and a half years ago, debating whether or not to join twitter. it took me days to decide and i debuted with the words, “i caved. hello, twitter.” and ever since, i have loved the community i’ve found there.
lately, though, it has been a constant source of pain and frustration and heartache. i can’t take it anymore. i wonder that any of us can. i wonder the world keeps spinning. i wonder that the stars yet shine in a pitch-black sky.
and still there are songs.
small hopes yield to the real life, and every morning, we start anew.
what will we make of this fresh morning?
what will we make of His new mercies?
what will make of the song we are meant to sung.
tell me what you know, about God and the world and the human soul.
so much can go wrong.
so much has gone wrong.
so much is going wrong.
and still, there are songs.