Sorry so long - it's been forever since I've written. Here's a few thoughts going in my head. I think this song by Brooke Fraser is good food for thought. Where is our hope? Are we satisfied only with the comforts surrounding us? Where will be be when those are gone?
C.S Lewis Song
by Brooke Fraser
"If I find in myself
Desires nothing in this world can satisfy
I can only conclude
That I, I was not made for here
If the flesh that I fight
Is at best only light and momentary
Then of course, I'll feel nude
When to where I'm destined I'm compared
[Chorus]
Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the mornin'
I will sigh and with all creation groan
As I wait for hope to come for me
Am I lost or just less found
On the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way
Is this a soul that stirs in me
Is it breaking free, wanting to come alive
'Cos my comfort would prefer for me to be numb
And avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become
Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the mornin'
I will sigh and with all creation groan
As I wait for hope to come for me
For we
We are not long here
Our time is but a breath
So we better breathe it
And I
I was made to live
I was made to love
I was made to know you
Hope
Is comin' for me
Hope
Is comin' for me
Hope
Is comin' for me
Hope
He's comin'
Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the mornin', mornin'
I will sigh and with all creation groan
As I wait for hope to come for me, for me, for me, for me"
