This piece was written during a road trip from Alabama to New York. It is supposed to be a song, with the music provided by my good friend and former roommate Chris Adams. The words and the tune, however, have not yet been tried together and may not actually work. Also, the tune for the chorus has not yet been written, so I left the words of that part unedited.
Verse 1
Savior I run to you, stumble and fall,
The lights of this city are shining in vain.
My eyes, they are weary; my drink, it is gall,
My head has forgotten, my hands hold a stain.
Chorus
Oh God, where have the stars gone?
In never-ending blackness
They shown brilliant with Your glory.
My soul had been well rested,
Until they disappeared.
Verse 2
A burden of sorrow is tied to my shoulders,
How will I not stumble, how will I not fall?
And how will the wounded around me see comfort
If stars do not guide me, if you’re not my all?
Verse 3
Oh, vanish the lights of this terrestrial city
For stars are most brilliant when darkness is shown!
And if I should stumble, yet I’ll be made steady,
And if I should fall I will still be your own.
2 comments:
I hope the words and tune works and you put it in a place I can listen to it.
Every time you post I feel like you're giving out beautiful little jewels wrapped in words. Thank you!
I just got around to reading this now. It will make a beautiful song. And the second verse puts into words so beautifully what I felt so often at camp - that burden of sorrow, yet wanting to comfort the wounded.
I feel like there should be a second chorus, or at least a different ending to the chorus, for after the third verse, though, because otherwise it seems like it goes back to despairing after hope has been found.
But it's beautiful either way.
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