Love, light, give and guide me

No matter what life hands me or sends my way it seems that G-d's leading,light,love, and gifts are the constant that keeps things in perspective. Some days it can be hard to hear or see evidence of God's love, light, giving and guidance - but then sometimes I just don't pay attention too well either.

I love the lyrics to this song by Burlap to Cashmere - a christian band that was too soon in and out of the music business. This song "Mansions" captures the voice of calling to G-d for all that we need, all the things that make the difference in life and all the presence of G-d wherever we go.

What a beautiful picture to think G-d could be building a mansion inside of me.

God of light, light me some passion.
Green fields and lovely mansions.
Let your mansions live inside me.
Love me, light me, give me, guide me.

Cross of skin and naked figure.
Broken legs and crooked fingers,
Help me live for good tomorrow,
Today's too late and full of sorrow.
Light is good and dark is evil,
But I'm running around
Through the cross and through the steeples,
Trying to make it to higher ground.
Come on light, please live beside me.
Love me, light me, give me, guide me.

Pride and hate, they live inside me.
I need your love enough to guide me.
Help me walk across these borders.
I'm a pilgrim in deep waters.
Faithful God, like faithful sunrise,
Help me break from all these old ties.
Lead me all to that is holy.
Break these chains, but break them slowly.
God of light, light me some passion.
Green fields and lovely mansions.
Let your mansions live inside me.
Love me, light me, give me, guide me.
Let your mansions live beside me,
Love me, light me, give me, guide me.
Let your mansions live beside me,
Love me, light me, give me, guide me...

Comments

Mel said…

Awesome lyrics.

:-)

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