If This Is Not A Place. . .
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
As a minister to many individuals from all walks of life, I read this article with interest.
ReplyDeleteOf course, my job also has hazards, but when I think about those I have an influence on each and every day, I guess I have it pretty good.
Perhaps they don't take time to rest, truly rest. No one can go full steam ahead 24/7 without rest. Not even those who are shepherds.
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