Saturday, April 19, 2008

ALL I NEED IS EVERYTHING

I found the music of Over The Rhine in 04 when my life was all up in the air and I was being led to my moment of coming undone in 05. They had a way of expressing in song what I was feeling. There was no denying the reality of my bankrupt situation and they helped me as I cried in agony during that long dark night of the soul. Little did I know they were in the midst of some darkness and crying of their own. This song spoke so clearly of my condition at that time....I needed the loving hands of Father to work me over and he was...and he did. All I needed was everything. I felt the slip and the grip of grace again during that time and He has not left me since. There was no doubt that someone was circling and moving in the midst of it all.

His everything was all I was in need of and I found out it had been here all along, I had just lost sight of it because I had lost the plot. Today I actually think it was probably closer to this: I had never really ever known the plot. Since then the roots have grown deeper in ways I could have never conceived.

Listen to Over The Rhine's All I Need Is Everything....HERE

Slow down. Hold still.
It’s not as if it’s a matter of will.
Someone’s circling. Someone’s moving
a little lower than the angels.

And it’s got nothing to do with me.
The wind blows through the trees,
but if I look for it, it won’t come.
I tense up. My mind goes numb.
There’s nothing harder than learning how to receive.

Calm down. Be still.
We’ve got plenty of time to kill.
No hand writing on the wall:
just the voice that’s in us all.

And you’re whispering to me,
time to get up off my hands and knees,
‘cause if I beg for it, it won’t come.
I find nothing but table crumbs.
My hands are empty. God I’ve been naive.

All I need is everything.
Inside, outside, feel new skin.
All I need is everything.
Feel the slip and the grip of grace again.

Slow down. Hold still.
It’s not as if it’s a matter of will.
Someone’s circling. Someone’s moving
a little lower than the angels.

This voice calling me to you:
it’s just barely coming through.
Still, I clearly hear my name.
I’ve been fingering the flame
like tomorrow’s martyr.
It gets harder to believe.

All I need is everything.
Inside, outside, feel new skin.
All I need is everything.
Feel the slip and the grip of grace again.

So from now till kingdom come,
taste the words on the tip of my tongue.
‘Cause we can’t run truth out of town,
only force it underground.
The roots grow deeper
in ways we can’t conceive.

All I need is everything.
Inside, outside feel new skin.
All I need is everything.
Feel the slip and the grip of grace again.
All I need is all I need.

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