( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YiNBmNl88Pk )Back before Creation;
Before the formation of all that is, there was;
You. God. Yourself.
Perfect. Complete. Needing nothing.
But did you look out at that empty sky;
with a lonesome ace for something more?
Something yet to be born, unformed?
We’re you reaching for us? We’re you reaching for me?
* A thousand Questions *
Let it BE you said and with that one command it was all underway;
Light and energy;
Gravity, synchronicity;
Orbits and galaxies;
Comets hurtling down the lactic highways
A space time ballet!
A thousand years but a day;
A brand new planet!
Hot with the fires of Creation;
Light thunders constructions;
Cells replication
DNA-code
And made it command of how to grow
Make yourself at home woman and man!
Walk the length of the land.
Scale the mountains, run the rivers;
Drink from the springs, let your free will wonder down from the pathways of this garden called Eden!
But wait, wait, have I got this straight?
We gave it all away.
We traded it away in a strange transaction.
The forging of the first weapons;
The spilling of first blood;
The trampling and trashing of paradise along with the gift, to pieces with a BANG!
So now the need of intensive care;
So now the rape of a star strip pair;
So now the cities get birched to slumps
So now the right is a suitcase puns.
Why? Why? Why? Why? WHY?
Why is a promising life ripped away?
Just when it catches stride and runs free
Take rattling counts and soldiers get cut down and never getting to say goodbye. Why?
Why are kids sleeping out in the cold?
Spreading out their mats on the side of the road?
Down in the dust, unable to trust or try with no tears left to cry?
WHY?!
How did it feel God?
When you walked this cracked shell of a planet?
Cried like a broken hearted
Shallow like the perfection of what was supposed to be
Up against the brutality of our reality.
Why? Why? Why?
(Girl singing)
“This is my Father’s world: I rest me in the thought Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas; His hand the wonders wrought.”
How many prayers are rising up, right now?
How many hopes are balanced on You?
God, your ancient story says you gave up your life, your flesh and your blood.
For love?
And as your story goes, you’re still reaching.
You watch over the grieving.
You capture every side.
You measure the space between every heartbeat.
And there’s a promise that wise it’s way through every weathered page
Of feast for the hungry;
The delivery of the captives;
Healing for the desolate;
The final satisfaction of justice, making all things new!
Hope in the clinics where the sick hold on;
Hope in the school and the holding cells;
It echoes in the halls of the hospitals;
Hope rises up in the cities and the warzones;
Hope in the courtroom and in the broken home;
In the seminaries and the suborn highways;
In the alleys of the homeless and the hungry;
In the shacks that omits and the compounds;
On the farms where the soil is hard and dry;
In the streets where the grieving mothers cry;
With the AIDS-orphans stare up at the stars;
Where the captives pound on the cell walls;
Through the goldmine, towns and the factories;
In the ghetto’s, in the prisons, in the cemeteries!
So where is it?
I don’t see it!
I don’t get it.
The fulfilment of the promise.
I don’t see it down here in the middle of the fear!
What hope can remain in the depth of this pain?
I don’t see it!
The earth is groaning night and day;
A song of human slavery;
Of dark decease and poverty;
Of children in captivity!
God that’s the sound that comes to ME!
Are you still far and way on high?
Still staring out at that empty sky?
Still reaching out with that longing hand?
I hear no voice and I don’t understand!
I know about theology.
I know You gave Your Son for me.
I know You’re wrapped in mystery.
I get ‘invisibility’.
But I still see their misery.
I hear their voices haunting me!
Saying who will come and set us free?
Who will come and set us free?
Who will come and set us free?
(From all over the world)
Here am I, send me
Me voici, m'envoie (French)
Ich bin hier, sende mich (German)
Είμαι εδώ, με στέλνω (Greek)
Sono qui, lo trasmetto (Italian)
私は、送る私をここにある (Japanese)
“This is my Father’s world. The battle is not done.
Jesus you died, we shall be satisfied.
Earth and heaven be One.”
Hier ben ik, stuur mij (Dutch)
나는, 보낸다 저를 여기 있다 (Korean)
Estou aqui eu, emito-me (Portuguese)
Здесь я, посылаю меня (Russian)
Aquí estoy, me envío (Spanish)
Etc...
Here am I…
