I've been thankful for Sandra Richter's work on communicating the Old Testament and the Biblical Narrative in her book 'The Epic of Eden'. I'm working on writing more songs along that storyline. It's been an intimidating task but this morning I woke up with a message on my phone from a friend I haven't seen for a couple of months saying he wanted to pray for me to be able to write new songs. He even left me a voicemail prayer message. He couldn't have known how on target he really was.
So today, after listening to Bob Dylan for a while to loosen up my imagination, I wrote this song. The context is the exile from Eden, from life in a garden ordered under God's Sabbath rule and our dominion to the bewildering rebellion of mankind. Now we try to harken to the Voice calling us back home. Here's a link to an audioboo recording of what it sounds like so far with the lyrics below:
I’m bewildered now
Cast from the garden to the plow
Lost in the brambles and the sacred cows
Blown like a breath under the sun
I remember your voice
Across the sea ancient and free as the light
Smoke on the mountain
Blood from the fountain
Deep still calls out to deep
The seed was scattered
We sneaked in the night sowing tears
I sewed on the fig leaves, hid behind snake trees
Toiled by the sweat of my brow
But then Love pronounced a promise to me
Sweet as a primrose through snow
Flood on the earth came
Water of birth pangs
I walked out upon the sea
The angel of death
Rocked my cradle made no sound
The shadow passed over, found me neath the cover
And the Jordan rolled back like a stone
A door of hope flamed like a sword
Light bloomed bright as blood
Sing on the mountain
Rest by the fountain
The promise will make all things good
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