Toward Beginning

At first, there is only what she knows as home. Perhaps not a locality but rather a physicality. A place where she feels comfortable because it is familiar. It doesn't matter if it is not a safe place. It only matters that she feels connected to the people, surroundings and the land. It has been her Known.

Then there comes the awakening. A dawn - the rising of the sun - that reveals an unexpected world. She becomes aware of the new and mysterious. She has outgrown her old world. Ideas and concepts and emotional patterns, once familiar, seem awkward. They no longer fit. And though it is with some apprehension, she leaves this old place. It is time to pass through the door, to the outside, toward her Beginning.

© Rachelle


And that, knowing the time, that now it is high time to awake out of sleep: for now is our salvation nearer than when we believed. - Romans 13:11


"The Awakening"
Sara Groves




Lyrics:
Dress down your pretty faith. Give me something real.
Leave out the thee and thou and speak to me now.
Speak to my pain and confusion.
Speak through my fears and my pride.
Speak to the part of me that knows I'm something deep down inside.

I know that I am not perfect, but compare me to most,
In a world of hurt and a world of anger I think I'm holding my own.
And I know that you said there is more to life.
And I know I am not satisfied.
But there are mornings I wake up and I'm just thankful to be alive.

I've known now, for quite a while, that I am not whole.
I've remembered the body and the mind,
But disected my soul.
Now something inside is awakening,
Like a dream I once had and forgot.
And it's something I'm scared of
And something I don't want to stop.

And I woke up this morning and realized that Jesus is not a portait.
Where stained glass windows or hymns or the tradition that surrounds us.
And I thought it would be hard to believe in
But it's not hard at all.
To believe I've sinned and fallen short of the Glory of God.

And He's not asking me to change in my joy for martyrdom
He's asking to take my place.
To stand in the gap that I have formed
With His real, and His sweet, and His real amazing grace.
And it's not just a sign or a sacrament.
It's not just a metaphor for love.
The blood is real and it's not just a sybol of your faith.

So leave out the thee and thou and speak now.