If this is not a place where tears are understood, Then where shall I go to cry? And if this is not a place where my spirit can take wings, Then where shall I go to fly? I don't need another place for trying to impress you With just how good and virtuous I am. I don't need another place for always being on top of things; Everybody knows that it's a sham. I don't need another place for always wearing smiles, Even when it's not the way I feel. I don't need another place to mouth the same old platitudes; Everybody knows that it's not real. So if this is not a place where my questions can be asked, Then where shall I go to seek? And if this is not a place where my heart cry can be heard, Where, tell me where, shall I go to speak? So if this is not a place where tears are understood, Where shall I go, where shall I go to fly? -- Ken Medema
The tricky part of dancing the music of the future in our churches today is keeping all those folks happy who don't even approve of dancing.
ReplyDeleteRealize when I say this, I agree with dancing to the future music now, but there are PLENTY around me (us?) who don't.
Are we wanting to 'dance' to the music of the future just because others are doing it, or are we thinking about what we are willing 'to dance' to?
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