About a year and a half ago, I saw Bradley Hathaway at Purple Door 09. Thought he was brilliant, forgot about him. Until about a week ago.
You see, I was feeling kinda lonely and sad and helpless, and I reached out to my friends to cheer me up (they never fail to do so, either lol <3 ). My friend Cindy posted The Hug Poem by Mr. Hathaway on my Facebook wall, and it sorta kinda turned my insides out. In the best way possible. Go listen to it. Right now. It's AMAZING. Oh goodness, I digress. lol :b
Anyways. I listened to that for a week straight, and tonight I decided to listen to more of his works. Best decision ever? I think so. x) I stumbled upon one particular piece that ripped my heart apart..."There Is Hope."
My heart kicked itself into overdrive once the piano started dancing its way out of my speakers and violins started groaning their melencholy cry...and as the words poured fourth into my listening ears, I felt them tug on my heart. It beat faster and faster until...those first tears slipped from my eyes and I realized that...I need some saving. We all dig ourselves deeper and deeper into these repeatative ruts and we just can't seem to find a way out; sometimes we don't want a way out. It's at the bottom of our pit of dispair that we realize that we've royally messed things up, and that we CAN'T do this by ourselves. But you know what?
WE DON'T HAVE TO.
We don't have to take on the burden of fixing our broken hearts single-handedly. We don't have to worry about finding a way to make up for all the times we screwed up big time. We don't have to let our past linger and claw at and plauge our minds anymore. And we don't have to do this by ourselves. Why?
CAUSE IT'S ALREADY BEEN DONE.
It's already been taken care of, kids! WE'RE taken care of! We've already been washed and been made an entirely new person...all because a man, not just any man, THE man, decided that He loved us. He loved us enough to endure the beatings and the floggings and the ridicule and the excruciating pain so that WE have a shot of spending forever with Him. And you know what? We need that kind of love. Cause our world today sure isn't supplying it.
Let me ask you something. When was the last time you felt the kind of self-inflicted distress that only comes when you know that you've let yourself slip...? It eats away at your SOUL, it takes over your LIFE, and it destroys your HEART. It's man-made. It's wordly. It's hell, isn't it? We need someone to get us out of there. We HAVE someone to get us out of there. And you know what?
HE'D DO IT ALL AGAIN.
Cause He loves you. Did you hear me?? HE LOVES YOU. You; the one with the broken soul. You; the one who screws up on a daily basis. You; the one who time and time again denies His name and makes a mockery of it. You; the one He died for.
That's love, folks. That's real love.
And just keep Holding On. Cause There Is Hope. <3
There Is Hope by Bradley Hathaway
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jbwr-aqtT5g
"There is a heart of such distress that I carry in this chest please reach out and caress in your pillowesque manner.
Front and center right here and right now I'm throwing in the towel I've committed too many fowls I've flown south.
My sprits turning sour I can't go through another hour, me my precious pretty pink petite flower that blooms in the night and leave me in the dark by your moonlight no more fight. I never fought anywhere so I thawed and now I'm here on these knees distraught.
Crying out to you pretty please, pretty please take this disease turning these insides brown my smile turns to frown and my breathe smells like death.
Because I am dead to light and a light is something I don't know that you would have me feel but this is for real and I need you right now, I need you right now.
So seal the deal with your stamp of regeneration and grow me up into a new creation taken from a tree and plucked from a vine, if it's my time to shine then shine your light on me so that everyone hurting can see that there is hope, hope in the seemingly endless valley full of rotten fruit left behind from previous troops that are now in your mountains drinking directly from your fountains, save me a spot I will be there sooner than not, I'm picking up the pace and slowly starting to trot."
Front and center right here and right now I'm throwing in the towel I've committed too many fowls I've flown south.
My sprits turning sour I can't go through another hour, me my precious pretty pink petite flower that blooms in the night and leave me in the dark by your moonlight no more fight. I never fought anywhere so I thawed and now I'm here on these knees distraught.
Crying out to you pretty please, pretty please take this disease turning these insides brown my smile turns to frown and my breathe smells like death.
Because I am dead to light and a light is something I don't know that you would have me feel but this is for real and I need you right now, I need you right now.
So seal the deal with your stamp of regeneration and grow me up into a new creation taken from a tree and plucked from a vine, if it's my time to shine then shine your light on me so that everyone hurting can see that there is hope, hope in the seemingly endless valley full of rotten fruit left behind from previous troops that are now in your mountains drinking directly from your fountains, save me a spot I will be there sooner than not, I'm picking up the pace and slowly starting to trot."
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