cold is the night without you here
just your absence ringing in my ears
hard is the heart that feels no fear
without the bad, the good disappears
long is the road that leads me home
and longer still when I walk alone
bitter is the thought of all that time
spent searching for something I'll never find
take this burden away from me
and bury it before it buries me
many are the days I've wanted to cease
lay myself down and find some relief
heavy is the head that gets no sleep
we carry our lives around in our memories
take away this apathy
and bury it before it buries me
steady is the hand that's come to terms
with the lessons it has had to learn
I've seen the things that I must do
but Lord, this road is meant for two
so I am waiting here for you
take my hand and set me free
take my burdens and bury them deep
take my burden away from me
and bury it before
bury it before
bury it before it buries me
It is for freedom that Christ has set us free.
-Galatians 5:1
Freedom.
God is all, always, about freedom.
The animal realm is bound by it's instincts.
The angelic realm is bound by it's duty.
But man.
Man made in the image of God.
Man is bound by nothing.
Man is free.
Free to choose.
Free to love.
I wonder if only God and man can experience love.
Are we the only beings who have the image of freedom that enables love to grow?
Love does not demand its own way.
-1 Corinthians 13
I hate all your show and pretense the hypocrisy of your religious festivals and solemn assemblies. I will not accept your burnt offerings and grain offerings. I won’t even notice all your choice peace offerings. Away with your noisy hymns of praise! I will not listen to the music of your harps. Instead, I want to see a mighty flood of justice, an endless river of righteous living.
-Amos 5
Love cannot be faked.
Love cannot be bought.
Love cannot be willed.
Love cannot be earned.
Love is true freedom.
I want you to show love, not offer sacrifices. I want you to know me more than I want burnt offerings. But like Adam, you broke my covenant and betrayed my trust.
-Hosea 6
Love is a choosing. Over and against other things.
It will not be forced, it will not be faked, it will not be possessed. It cannot be, for love is freedom. Once love is captured, possessed, owned, it ceases to be love. It cannot be love. Love must always be a choosing but not merely of will for even performing certain rituals out of duty and will mean nothing to God. It is a choosing and yet so much more.
Freedom gives Love the ability to be both a Heaven or a Hell.
Agony Agony Agony is love. The cruelest and harshest of things Love is. Painful and unrelenting Love hurts more than anything we can fathom.
But oh what a joy love is. It is the greatest and most whimsical of things. Peaceful and beautiful Love heals more than anything we can fathom.
Freedom has the power to bring us face to face with our Love.
Freedom has the power to take us far so far from our God.
If given the opportunity who would bind the one they love (and yet the feeling is not mutual) to them? What good would such a bond be? What a selfish wish.
What if God being all powerful washed the brains of all the rebels until every knee bowed and tongue confessed? It would go against everything God is. And so in being all powerful God in so many ways is rendered powerless. For love by definition must be free.
How then can 1 Corinthians 8 read:
Love never fails?
I suppose it would come down to the very freedom that gives love its power, makes it possible to exist.
If I love someone and they want nothing to do with me then by me giving them the space they demand love is not failing but rather succeeding, existing, being expressed.
What we lose in homecoming is not the objects of our attachment, nor even our care for them. In fact, our care grows towards true love, love that sees and appreciates all things in the world for what they are. What we lose is the attachment itself, the strength of our addictive behavior in relationship to these objects, the way we make gods of them. My love will be stronger if I let it go.
-Gerald May
My love will not have conditions it will not be enslaved to the idea that I will only love if it is mutual. Or I will only love if I can be present with the person. Love is a choosing. Do I love only because in doing so I am brought pleasure, security, and company? Or do I love because I am for the person? Do I love with a love that is so freeing that it says: I want you to be free, I want you to be you, I want you to pursue what you will?
This is true love. Removing the addictive behavior, removing the attachment and experiencing freedom, unbiased, no agenda, freedom. To finally truly be able to listen to the person without the filter of my own desires, expectations, and ideas of the relationship.
Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged.
-1 Corinthians 13
Love does not demand its own way. Love cannot demand it's own way. Love is not self seeking. Love does not have selfish ambitions. Love instead makes way for the person it is expressed towards. Love creates freedom for others.
To love someone is to say I am for you.
no strings.
Love is not jealous for if the other person decides to choose another jealousy would only be an expression of slavery from the heart of the loving towards the heart of the lovely. No instead true love allows the freedom of choice every moment of every day.
This is the beautifully agonizing heart of love. Each second the person spends with me is truly wonderful. To know that I am freely selected over and against other options, other people, other places, other objects. But in order to experience this wonder the door must be able to swing both ways and in so doing every second the person spends avoiding me is agony to know that there is another that has been chosen over me.
But there is a peace in knowing that although I am not the choice of the lovely, She is freely choosing where she wants to be and in knowing that I find the avenue through which my love must now travel. It is a different path to the same destination.
It is a different language speaking the same message.
cold is the night without you here
just your absence ringing in my ears
hard is the heart that feels no fear
without the bad, the good disappears
I trust you Jesus
soften her heart
heal Bea
heal me.
It is for freedom that Christ has set us free.
-Galatians 5:1
Cold Is The Night - The Oh Hello's
just your absence ringing in my ears
hard is the heart that feels no fear
without the bad, the good disappears
long is the road that leads me home
and longer still when I walk alone
bitter is the thought of all that time
spent searching for something I'll never find
take this burden away from me
and bury it before it buries me
many are the days I've wanted to cease
lay myself down and find some relief
heavy is the head that gets no sleep
we carry our lives around in our memories
take away this apathy
and bury it before it buries me
steady is the hand that's come to terms
with the lessons it has had to learn
I've seen the things that I must do
but Lord, this road is meant for two
so I am waiting here for you
take my hand and set me free
take my burdens and bury them deep
take my burden away from me
and bury it before
bury it before
bury it before it buries me
It is for freedom that Christ has set us free.
-Galatians 5:1
Freedom.
God is all, always, about freedom.
The animal realm is bound by it's instincts.
The angelic realm is bound by it's duty.
But man.
Man made in the image of God.
Man is bound by nothing.
Man is free.
Free to choose.
Free to love.
I wonder if only God and man can experience love.
Are we the only beings who have the image of freedom that enables love to grow?
Love does not demand its own way.
-1 Corinthians 13
I hate all your show and pretense the hypocrisy of your religious festivals and solemn assemblies. I will not accept your burnt offerings and grain offerings. I won’t even notice all your choice peace offerings. Away with your noisy hymns of praise! I will not listen to the music of your harps. Instead, I want to see a mighty flood of justice, an endless river of righteous living.
-Amos 5
Love cannot be faked.
Love cannot be bought.
Love cannot be willed.
Love cannot be earned.
Love is true freedom.
I want you to show love, not offer sacrifices. I want you to know me more than I want burnt offerings. But like Adam, you broke my covenant and betrayed my trust.
-Hosea 6
Love is a choosing. Over and against other things.
It will not be forced, it will not be faked, it will not be possessed. It cannot be, for love is freedom. Once love is captured, possessed, owned, it ceases to be love. It cannot be love. Love must always be a choosing but not merely of will for even performing certain rituals out of duty and will mean nothing to God. It is a choosing and yet so much more.
Freedom gives Love the ability to be both a Heaven or a Hell.
Agony Agony Agony is love. The cruelest and harshest of things Love is. Painful and unrelenting Love hurts more than anything we can fathom.
But oh what a joy love is. It is the greatest and most whimsical of things. Peaceful and beautiful Love heals more than anything we can fathom.
Freedom has the power to bring us face to face with our Love.
Freedom has the power to take us far so far from our God.
If given the opportunity who would bind the one they love (and yet the feeling is not mutual) to them? What good would such a bond be? What a selfish wish.
What if God being all powerful washed the brains of all the rebels until every knee bowed and tongue confessed? It would go against everything God is. And so in being all powerful God in so many ways is rendered powerless. For love by definition must be free.
How then can 1 Corinthians 8 read:
Love never fails?
I suppose it would come down to the very freedom that gives love its power, makes it possible to exist.
If I love someone and they want nothing to do with me then by me giving them the space they demand love is not failing but rather succeeding, existing, being expressed.
What we lose in homecoming is not the objects of our attachment, nor even our care for them. In fact, our care grows towards true love, love that sees and appreciates all things in the world for what they are. What we lose is the attachment itself, the strength of our addictive behavior in relationship to these objects, the way we make gods of them. My love will be stronger if I let it go.
-Gerald May
My love will not have conditions it will not be enslaved to the idea that I will only love if it is mutual. Or I will only love if I can be present with the person. Love is a choosing. Do I love only because in doing so I am brought pleasure, security, and company? Or do I love because I am for the person? Do I love with a love that is so freeing that it says: I want you to be free, I want you to be you, I want you to pursue what you will?
This is true love. Removing the addictive behavior, removing the attachment and experiencing freedom, unbiased, no agenda, freedom. To finally truly be able to listen to the person without the filter of my own desires, expectations, and ideas of the relationship.
Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged.
-1 Corinthians 13
Love does not demand its own way. Love cannot demand it's own way. Love is not self seeking. Love does not have selfish ambitions. Love instead makes way for the person it is expressed towards. Love creates freedom for others.
To love someone is to say I am for you.
no strings.
Love is not jealous for if the other person decides to choose another jealousy would only be an expression of slavery from the heart of the loving towards the heart of the lovely. No instead true love allows the freedom of choice every moment of every day.
This is the beautifully agonizing heart of love. Each second the person spends with me is truly wonderful. To know that I am freely selected over and against other options, other people, other places, other objects. But in order to experience this wonder the door must be able to swing both ways and in so doing every second the person spends avoiding me is agony to know that there is another that has been chosen over me.
But there is a peace in knowing that although I am not the choice of the lovely, She is freely choosing where she wants to be and in knowing that I find the avenue through which my love must now travel. It is a different path to the same destination.
It is a different language speaking the same message.
cold is the night without you here
just your absence ringing in my ears
hard is the heart that feels no fear
without the bad, the good disappears
I trust you Jesus
soften her heart
heal Bea
heal me.
It is for freedom that Christ has set us free.
-Galatians 5:1
Cold Is The Night - The Oh Hello's