A Song for My Family

The lyrics to this song overwhelmed this past weekend.

Still letting it sink in.

This is a song for my family
Outside the walls of Sunday morning

from some within.

This is a song to confess our sins,

Lay it all out, and try to begin again.

To hope again.

Please forgive our ignorance

In looking down on you

Please forgive our selfishness

For hiding in our pews while the world bleeds

While the world needs us to be what we should be

This is a song for my family who 

Just can’t believe in the Jesus that you’ve seen

on Sunday morning.

This is a song for the cynical saints.

The burned out and hopeless.

The ones that we’ve cast away.

I feel your pain.

Please forgive the wastefulness of all that we could be

But don’t forget, there’s more than this

Her beauty still exists

His bride is still alive

His bride is still alive

His bride is still alive

His bride is still alive

His bride is still alive

This is a song for my family inside

The walls of Sunday morning.

Be what you should be.

aaaaannnd I'm back

So ya, it's been a few months.  I needed a break.  But now I'm back, for now.

I went to the David Crowder concert this past weekend.  Wonderful time!  I'm sad to see this group of creative, musical, socially awkward, clever, entertaining guys break up.  But I'm thankful for what they've produced over the last 11 years.  Plus, I always love me some sweet face melting solos...

Gungor opened for *DCB and they were spectacular as well.  I mean, come on, a cello player beat-boxing at the same time?  Seriously awesome!

That's all for now.  Happy October everyone!