Come to the Water

Come to the Water

lyrics by Unknown

Oh let all who thirst, let them come to the water.

And let all who have nothing, let them come to the Lord.

Without money, without price

Why should you pay the price, except for the Lord.

And let all who seek, let them come to the water.

And let all who have nothing, let them come to the Lord.

Without money, without strife

Why should you spend your life, except for the Lord.

And let all who toil, let them come to the water.

And let all who are weary, let them come to the Lord.

All who labor, without rest

How can your soul find rest, except for the Lord.

And let all the poor, let them come to the water.

Bring the ones who are laden, bring them all to the Lord.

Bring the children, without might

Easy the load and light, come to the Lord.

Sometimes, sometimes often, in a life we have the feeling of being tired. Just plain tired. Our daily existence is plain and unvarying; our creative self left without outlets. Perhaps we're a bit down; our soul needs a rest. In a simple life, we might have just sat down or taken off for our heart's desire, but today's modern life has its own requirements and its own demands. We might, as did the Emperor in the story, The Emperor's New Clothes be oh, so tempted to be turned by flattery, by those who seek advantage at our expense. Yet we may choose another way, to be simply present, without money, without price. Easy the load and light; distribute your burdens to those who care and to those who give light.

Why should you spend your life, except for the Lord. There are all kinds of lords seeking our attention. Today we may leave our devotions at shopping malls, department stores and the like; only to emerge with trinkets in return. We are just tired of those things. They don't seem to last; we gain no certain peace. Earning the sums of money takes an ever consuming amount of our time and stresses us. Carefully considering what we need and what matters is a valuable way to actually enrich our lives, reduce stress and gain control of the "devotional beasts" who would seek to make their claims upon us.

My Father's Eyes

My Father's Eyes

lyrics by Eric Clapton

        Sailing down behind the sun,Waiting for my prince to come. Praying for the healing       rain  To restore my soul again. Just a toerag on the run. How did I get here? What have I done? When will all my hopes arise? How will I know him?


Refrain:
When I look in my father's eyes.
          My father's eyes.
         When I look in my father's eyes.
         My father's eyes.


Verses:
Then the light begins to shine And I hear those ancient lullabies. And as I watch this seedling grow, Feel my heart start to overflow.Where do I find the words to say? How do I teach him?
What do we play? Bit by bit, I've realized That's when I need them, That's when I need my father's eyes. My father's eyes.
That's when I need my father's eyes. My father's eyes.


Then the jagged edge appears Through the distant clouds of tears. I'm like a bridge that was washed away; My foundations were made of clay.


As my soul slides down to die. How could I lose him? What did I try?
Bit by bit, I've realized That he was here with me; I looked into my father's eyes.
My father's eyes. I looked into my father's eyes.
My father's eyes. My father's eyes. My father's eyes.
I looked into my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.

Looking into a 'father's' eyes, how often do we see that we really didn't see at all; like a "toerag on the run. how did I get here?" we wonder. In a simple way Clapton through his music and his lyrics answers the question which has occupied multitudes for eons. "Bit by bit I've realized that he was here with me." as we go about our daily activities, do we make time for what matters to us, for the possibility to hear "those ancient lullabies," as Clapton calls them? In a simple and direct way this can make our seedlings grow.