At the Light
I hadn’t thought of God all day, but then a spark–a glimpse. Eyes closed, headphones in. The Fun Home soundtrack inspires thoughts of You.
There’s a moment I’m forgetting
Where you tell me you see me.
Talk to me!
At the light,
At the light.
It’s our pain, not our sin that inspires the greatest art, but oh how often the two intertwine. Our pains, our feelings, our guilts. The relentlessly unforgiving stomp on the hearts of the broken.
A lyric has always stuck with me, transcending its convention as a song.
The love of God is stronger than the power of death
Don’t let the darkness overwhelm the rigidity we have in place.
Grace speaks so loud, prayers make way for you.