Simple Faith

There was a time that faith came so simply and I did not question what I learned or was taught. Simple. Simple. It seems like a long time ago and I sometimes wish I could go back to how I believed before, but life is a journey and circumstances change, perspective change, experience changes you. When these changes come you must again reevaluate where you stand. It may be a subtle difference or one that you've seem coming. Either way the change is change and you have to rediscover how that fits in.

This song by Brandon Hayes seemed to herald my journey in December and I found myself drawing to it once again, a little unwillingly. As I've referenced before December was a pretty dark month and to feel a connection with this song again stirs up those memories. However, I think that may have more to do with putting questions of faith on the back burner and trying to live out and through grace. Perhaps now is a time to check on what's been cooking since then.

If I had a map, my eyes would never leave it.
I'd delicately unfold it and sing the liturgy as I read it.

And this is the way, "walk ye in it",
And never turn from it to the right side or the left.

And what kind of voice would it take for me to listen,
Crying in the wilderness or weeping in a garden
Would it take a flaming sword
For me not to question every word?

[Chorus]
Well I use to dance, leaping and twirling.
My small room was a meadow
and I ate the grain from the wheat
to the glory of God.

And I used to dance
when beauty was a feeling
Not a competition that I might be losing.
When grace was in the eyes and never on a stage


And I'm forfeiting dreams because I can't quite explain them
With vague directions it's hard to know when you're lost

And I'm giving my laughs to mass entertainment
And I'm giving my tears to what doesn't deserve them

Loving with lust and I'm praying with a foul mouth
Worshiping idols and building my dream house on foundation of sand
And serving my stomach

[Chorus]
But I use to dance, leaping and twirling.
My small room was a meadow
and I ate the grain from the wheat
to the glory of God.

And I used to dance
when beauty was a feeling
And not a competition that I might be losing.
When grace was in the eyes and never on a stage.