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Song Lyrics
Those of us who have mapped out the geography of ourselves know what a dispiriting exercise this can be. We start off okay, marching boldly towards the edge of our talent or our goodwill or our patience or our generosity, and then, suddenly, we are brought up short by a precipice, usually at the point where we were just beginning to believe that the firm ground would go on forever. Setting off in a different direction, we find that exactly the same thing happens. In fact, it happens again and again and again, until we start to learn that there is a shape and a limit to what we are. For some this is a welcome piece of learning - Settle down and get on with it, they would say, but for others, those with the blood of explorers in their veins, it is a kind of prison - A kind of island. We look for enough compassion to truly care about the world and we find a pathetically limited ability to place our arms around the suffering of others. We search for the strength of will to set ourselves and those we hate free from chains of resentment and bitterness. Only to find weakness and a cherishing of hurts. We hunt within our hearts for the courage to fight when everything in us wants to lie down, and for the obedience to wait quietly when we are full of anger, but we discover instead a self-indulgence that will have what it is greedy for.
We stand on the shore of our own lives. Calling out to God that we can go nowhere unless He provides a way.
© 1999 Little Room Music
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