Life...

...is full of emptiness.

Path of life

Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.
Ps. 16,11 (KJV)

Sun goes down

Why?

The very things I hate, I end up doing,
The things I want to do, I just don't do.
Lord it seems do sad, why am I so bad?
When in my heart I only want to be like you.

The very ones I love I end up hurting,
The ones I want to help I pass right by.
Now I want to be, finally set free
The grace you've shown, the love I've known,
Please let it shine through me.

I want to love them, the way you do,
I want to serve them, by serving you.

Lord how I know your tender heart must be broken,
By all those unkept promises I've made,
The question still prevails, please take away the doubt,
About how you forgive, and still you live inside when I fail.

I want to love them all, the way you do,
I want to serve them,  by serving you.
I want to be like you; Jesus I do.

I want to love them all, the way you do,
I want to serve them,  by serving you.

(Romans VII - Keith Green)

While you were sleeping

Oh little town of Bethlehem
Looks like another silent night
Above your deep and dreamless sleep
A giant star lights up the sky
And while you're lying in the dark
There shines an everlasting light
For the King has left His throne
And is sleeping in a manger tonight, tonight

Oh Bethlehem, what you have missed while you were sleeping
For God became a man
And stepped into your world today
Oh Bethlehem, you will go down in history
As a city with no room for its King
While you were sleeping
While you were sleeping

Oh little town of Jerusalem
Looks like another silent night
The Father gave His only Son
The Way, the Truth, the Life had come
But there was no room for Him in the world He came to save

Jerusalem, what you have missed while you were sleeping
The Savior of the world is dying on your cross today
Jerusalem, you will go down in history
As a city with no room for its King
While you were sleeping
While you were sleeping

United States of America
Looks like another silent night
As we're sung to sleep by philosophies
That save the trees and kill the children
And while we're lying in the dark
There's a shout heard 'cross the eastern sky
For the Bridegroom has returned
And has carried His bride away in the night, in the night

America, what will we miss while we are sleeping
Will Jesus come again
And leave us slumbering where we lay
America, will we go down in history
As a nation with no room for its King
Will we be sleeping
Will we be sleeping

United States of America
Looks like another silent night

(Casting Crowns)

Ik slecht mijn muren om thuis te zijn
in de leegte die mij onvervangbaar maakt.

Wie van de woestijn is moet voortgaan, meer niet,
of meer niet dan water vermoeden en vinden.

Ik breek mijn ramen om beschermd te zijn,
ik heb mijn deur in brand gestoken.

Ik sta en stink mijn eigen geur,
zoals de bloem zijn eigen geur,
zoals een beest, een mens.

Ik loop op zand, op eieren, op zaad,
op liefde en gekerm.
Ik word vertrapt door nachten
en door woorden:
een kiezel op het pad
en onderweg.

En dit is liefde,
is een damp, een mooie ronde kei,
een klauw die sproeit uit al zijn nagels.

Bloed is mijn bed, de hete wind
mijn lichaam. En mijn slaap
is weten voor het denken uit.

Ik ben de dorst, beschenen door mijn zon.

Jan G. Elburg