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When Music Speaks…

Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope to come for me
C.S. Lewis Song, Brook Fraser

I know this is an odd quote to talk about, but every time I hear it come on my Ipod it sorta captures me.. Maybe because to me it’s extremely vivid, I can literally picture what this would be like AND feel like. I dunno, but… whatever it is, it captures me, maybe it’s the sound of the music behind the lyrics, maybe it’s the sound of Brook Fraser’s voice… maybe it’s that I feel like I’ve been here and experienced this verse in the song. Whatever it is this verse captures me every time. Sometimes I feel like all I need is God to speak to me, and often it’s on my way to work.. which is close to dawn… and I can’t count the number of times I go to sleep begging God for something… and in the morning my outlook is just different… But, I also sometimes feel like I groan with creation.. especially when huge tragedy’s happen and the evil and sin of man is exposed, it’s like I ache in a completely different way, for the way things have gone so terribly wrong, and aren’t the way they are meant to be.

I just spoke silence to the seeker next to me,
She had a heart with hesitant, halting speech
That turned to me and asked belligerently ‘what do I live for?

Hosea’s Wife, Brooke Fraser

I feel like this describes me more often than I’d like to admit. I hate the idea that I speak silence when people are actually wanting me to give them hope. That idea kills me.

There’s nothing fancy bout the way I love you,
It’s as simple as the stars in the sky, and the blue in the sea.
There’s nothing fancy bout the way I love you,
But it sure is fancy how you love me.
Nothing Fancy, Dave Barnes

This is such a simple song, and so cute.. For whatever reason it captures my attention. 🙂 I feel like it’s a humble way of looking at love.. sorta an awe at the “prize” you have and the love you are allowed to show someone else. Love it 🙂

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This entry was posted on April 6, 2009 by in Brooke Fraser, Dave Barnes.
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