Heart.

Take these hands, I know they're empty, but with You, they can be used for beauty.

Word Tackling is an Elusive Task

I am currently in the process of tackling two 3,000 word essays. It's not a fun process. Essentially, we decided this morning that uni work destroys any motivation you have for waking up, or for attempting to look nice. Plucking eyebrows, changing your clothes, the usual habits of a sociable creature, are forgotten in the desperation to just. keep. writing. 

As a result of said writing, I have been increasingly interested in all of the blogs, news articles, emails and and novels that I can read or submerge myself in, instead of occupying myself with a debate between Freud and Roland Barthes. 

One of my favourite ways to procrastinate is to create the best, and longest, playlist to accompany the 'hard work'. Yesterday I went through iTunes and enjoyed a lot of Bob Dylan, and a lot of Blue Roses. As you can guess, I got a bit stuck on the letter 'B'. Still, it was a good day.

This morning I set up a list of Phil Wickham songs, the kind I know very well so just form generic background noise whilst I write. One of the additional benefits is that Mr Wickham writes Christian stuff so his lyrics genuinely are quite an encouragement. So, whilst proof reading my essay, and attempting to delete at least 100 absolutely essential words, I caught a few lyrics of the song I was listening to. It was a bit of a surprise as I began to use my ears again. An amazing reminder that even when I'm babbling about the position of authors and readers, and creativity, there is a little more going on in life than just my degree. It somehow makes it all worthwhile, and a lot less stressful.

So, here we are...

Oh the glorious day when we arrive

And Heaven's gates are opened wide

All our fear and pain will fade away

When we see You

Face to face

Our Great and Awesome King

You will reign in brilliant light

Forever glorified

In Your city

And we Your daughters and Your sons

Will see the kingdom come

In Your city

Love will rain and joy will have no end

When the saints go marching in

God we pray that You come soon

'Cause we were made

To be with You

When we've been there for ten thousand years

Our song will be the same

Praise to the One who has brought us here

Jesus is His name

Jesus is His name

You will reign in brilliant light

Forever glorified

In Your city

We Your daughters and Your sons

Will see the kingdom come

In Your city, My city

This is Your city

My city

The Offer.

The battle line is drawn, it's all in black and white.
Hope is pulling forward, can feel it from behind, it's time.
It's time to make a move, so what will you decide?
The clock is ticking on, don't let it pass you by, it's time.
It's time.

The time is now, for lifting souls.
The time is now, for letting go.
From your skin, to your core.
Let light, and love, come rushing through the door.
Oh, come rushing through the door.

You've learned every song, memorized the verse,
Took the bread and wine, and even bought the shirt,
It's time.
It's time to hold your shield,
It's time to draw your sword,
Let's be the resistance,
Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, it's time.
Yeah it's time.

The time is now, for lifting souls.
The time is now, for letting go.
From your skin, to your core.
Let light, and love, come rushing through the door.

It's time to make a stand, so put your heart in greater hands,
From your skin, to your core,
Let light, and love, come rushing through the door.

Sisters, Brothers, thieves, and lovers,
Come uncover eternity.
Turn your faces from finite places,
Heaven's grace will set you free.

The time is now, for lifting souls.
The time is now, for letting go.
From your skin, to your core.
Let light, and love, come rushing through the door.

It's time to make a stand, to put your heart in greater hands,
From your skin, to your core,
Let light, and love, come rushing through the door.

Oh, come rushing through the door...