News from Nonna: Singing The Blues

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Singing The Blues

Nobody leaves this place without singing the blues.

They’re slowed down because you can’t escape or run away;

you can only go through what life puts before you.

It’s amazing what happens when we tell our story.

Things aren’t quite as bad as we thought.

Oh, they may be bad alright,

but naming them takes away their ruthless power.

A little perspective helps too.

This is what I love: when you sing the blues you go through them.

And it’s really the only way.

Oh, I’ve tried other ways. Haven’t you?

The old Spiritual explains it though:

You can’t go around them ‘cause they’re too wide;

you can’t go over them ‘cause they’re too high;

and you can’t go under them ‘cause they’re too low.

I guess I’ll just go through, and try to keep singing. (Of course, anyone who has heard me sing, might ask that I investigate another way.)

3 comments:

Jenny said...

I like to hear you try to sing. And as I listen to Mike sing-I am glad he got all the singing tokens! You know I love you.

Michael Malone said...

I challenge you to sing that song you referenced. In fact I want you to sing it for me even over the phone give me a call.

Michael Malone said...

So many times i've questioned certain circumstances,
Or things I could not understand.
Many times in trials, weakness blurs my vision.
And my frustration gets so out of hand.
Its then I am reminded I've never been forsaken,
I've never had to stand the test alone.
As I look at all the victories,
The spirit rises up in me,
And its through the fire my weakness is made strong

I know within myself that I would surely perish
But if I trust the hand of God, He'll shield the flames again, again.

So many times i've questioned certain circumstances
Or things I could not understand
Many times in trials, weakness blurs my vision
And my frustration gets so out of hand
Its then I am reminded I've never been forsaken
I've never had to stand the test alone
As I look at all the victories
The spirit rises up in me
And its through the fire my weakness is made strong

He never promised that the cross would not get heavy
And the hill would not be hard to climb
He never offered our victories without fighting
But He said help would always come in time
Just remember when your standing in the valley of decision
And the adversary says give in
Just hold on, our Lord will show up
And He will take you through the fire again