I have been listening to a song recently, Hallelujah.
Now my mind is full of Hallelujahs. I find it very interesting, (yet not surprising) that the words have been changed over the years according to different . . . experiences with Hallelujah. The first writer a Jewish man, told he was of Aaron's line. Oddly enough he became a Buddhist priest. The second writer became a Christian as has experienced God change his life, and songwriting and is a worship leader.
I like both versions of the song, the sad one sings of a stolen Hallelujah, and the other a new found Hallelujah. What I must ask then, is where is MY Hallelujah, or how will it come to me...
Leonard Cohen's version
I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Your faith was strong, but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Baby I've been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the Marble Arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
There was a time you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
I remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Maybe there's a God above, all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who out drew you
And it's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Lincoln Brewster's version
I love You Lord with all my heart
You've given me a brand new start
And I just want to sing this song to You
It goes like this the fourth the fifth
The minor fall the major lift
My heart and soul are praising Hallelujah
Hallelujah
I know that You're the God above
You're filling me with grace and love
And I just want to say thank You to You
You pulled me from the miry clay
You've given me a brand new day
Now all that I can say is
Hallelujah
my search for a transition... (work in progress)
The only one who changed the world
And made the Devil's plans unfurl
Bore on Him our broken Hallelujahs
As they raised Him to a tree
His love was spilled for you and me
And to our hearts returned the Hallelujah
Before the worship moved in me
There were no ways to set me free
A dark and lonely soul before I knew You
Lust and anger full of pride
Was all I ever knew inside
But then You came and brought the Hallelujah
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Rules of Life
It's been a little bit since I have written, and published at least, so I thought I would get this darn thing up to speed. Gonna start at the most recent and work backwards, so here is my first.
David's Rules of life
#1 Don't take yourself too seriously
#2 No one cares after midnight
#3 Be &#*!@ real!! Both ways
#4 It's ok, we won't remember half of what you say, but we still like you
#5 Refer to rule #1, you have bigger fish to fry
Dragged, (drug?) on of my friends to church last Sunday. That was really awesome. Found the time <---> line of our world hidden right before my eyes on a hill (not Golgotha.) Mebbe I ought to write to explain...
"Trying so Hard to fit in until I found out that I don't belong here"- Switchfoot
Indeed sometimes I wonder if I will spend my whole life learning that I am but a stranger here, destined to wander an alien searching for home... And yet this Earth holds a memory, or perhaps a vision of our future, not unlike a tree in winter, a willow perhaps, just a skeleton of its former splendor. But a splendor that will return as spring does every year! First with a warm breeze, uncovering sights that have been hidden for ages. Then with a spark and rumble heaven descends on the willow and soaks into its roots. Ironic that life down here depends on heaven to revive it. Then, as the sun (Son?) shines, form and color return to it. Hmm, and I thought our world only told stories, not prophecies. And whoever decided our world was just a probability out of billions, (the only to win the jackpot of $life!), didn't listen enough to the ancient voice. Of course, any man wrapped up in his intellectual pride rarely does, me included :D Am I proposing that nature speaks? Only what Good allows it, and think of it in text-like terms, rather than audible ones.
Finish blip insert random thought Life sucks when you stop loving people and love yourself instead"
Ohh good idea lets do some Ulysses style for the boat floating Well I have to say I am not too fond of freewheeling but sometimes I do anyways Hey that was a great RVB episode I just watched on my other tab What if we all had crazy voices in our heads telling us unreal opinions about life Wait we already dooo Ah if only to shut the little twerp up and have some peace and quiet up here End Blip
Fin?
Ah Paree, how I miss it so. It's meandering river, peaceful promenades, annnd strip clubs (j/k I don't miss those) But I have seen better love. Ok time for bed, my brain juice ran out.
David's Rules of life
#1 Don't take yourself too seriously
#2 No one cares after midnight
#3 Be &#*!@ real!! Both ways
#4 It's ok, we won't remember half of what you say, but we still like you
#5 Refer to rule #1, you have bigger fish to fry
Dragged, (drug?) on of my friends to church last Sunday. That was really awesome. Found the time <---> line of our world hidden right before my eyes on a hill (not Golgotha.) Mebbe I ought to write to explain...
"Trying so Hard to fit in until I found out that I don't belong here"- Switchfoot
Indeed sometimes I wonder if I will spend my whole life learning that I am but a stranger here, destined to wander an alien searching for home... And yet this Earth holds a memory, or perhaps a vision of our future, not unlike a tree in winter, a willow perhaps, just a skeleton of its former splendor. But a splendor that will return as spring does every year! First with a warm breeze, uncovering sights that have been hidden for ages. Then with a spark and rumble heaven descends on the willow and soaks into its roots. Ironic that life down here depends on heaven to revive it. Then, as the sun (Son?) shines, form and color return to it. Hmm, and I thought our world only told stories, not prophecies. And whoever decided our world was just a probability out of billions, (the only to win the jackpot of $life!), didn't listen enough to the ancient voice. Of course, any man wrapped up in his intellectual pride rarely does, me included :D Am I proposing that nature speaks? Only what Good allows it, and think of it in text-like terms, rather than audible ones.
Finish blip insert random thought Life sucks when you stop loving people and love yourself instead"
Ohh good idea lets do some Ulysses style for the boat floating Well I have to say I am not too fond of freewheeling but sometimes I do anyways Hey that was a great RVB episode I just watched on my other tab What if we all had crazy voices in our heads telling us unreal opinions about life Wait we already dooo Ah if only to shut the little twerp up and have some peace and quiet up here End Blip
Fin?
Ah Paree, how I miss it so. It's meandering river, peaceful promenades, annnd strip clubs (j/k I don't miss those) But I have seen better love. Ok time for bed, my brain juice ran out.
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