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5.0 out of 5 stars
and with the rocks i cry out..., June 29, 2003
Be praised for all Your tenderness
by these works of Your hands.
Suns that rise and rains that fall to
bless and bring to life Your land.
Look down upon this winter wheat
and be glad that You have made
Blue for the sky and the color
green that fills Your fields
with praiseIt would have to have been something extraordinary and (for me) quite unimaginable to come up with the lyrics that form the song "The Color Green". It reminds me that the Hands that formed more majestic sights of the earth than Ansel Adams ever had the chance to behold through a lense, still receives my prayers and praise with tenderness. Be praised for all Your tenderness. I don't think Rich Mullins wrote the song "Hold Me Jesus" just because he thought it would be cute and Christiany. The lyrics, and I wake up in the night and feel
the dark
it's so hot inside my soul I swear
there must be blisters on my heart, reveal the fact that Rich was going through some extremely stressful pressure of some sort. But he also leaves the listener with some lyrics of hope when he says and Your grace rings out so deep
it makes my resistance seem so thin Whether you refer to it as violent (as Michael Card does), or sufficient (as St. Paul did), or simply amazing (as the writer of "Amazing Grace" did), one thing is for certain: God's grace will always dwarf our resistance to it. Fascinating, isn't it, that instead of writing an elaborate, theological song about prayer or intercession, he simply cries out the one thing that would come most naturally to a child of the Father: Hold Me Jesus! There's not a lot I understand about the song "Peace". I'm not sure who he is addressing, and I really don't know if "this feast" represents Christian fellowship or a feast we'll partake of in heaven or what. In the chorus, he sings of "these souls this drought has dried". I wonder what the drought was. Was it a "falling out" he may have had with another believer with whom he still longs to have fellowship with? Or perhaps it was simply the typical complacency and ordinariness that often befalls even the closest of friendships. Whatever his intentions behind the messages of the song, I can't help but feel compelled to make the chorus my prayer. May peace rain down from Heaven
Like little pieces of the sky If it was easy to be like Jesus, would I still want to be like Him? Probably not. (Don't be too shocked. It's easy to be complacent when the task is too easy.) I would get too complacent...even more complacent than I already am! I admit I don't stack up too well against Peter and Paul and the apostles. In fact, I don't even stack up too well against the average good midwestern boy. Indeed it is hard to be like Jesus. All the rest of the songs on this CD, no less than the ones I just mentioned, are full of the kind of Spirit-anointed messages that may bring a smile to the face, tears to the eyes, or perhaps a shiver down the spine.
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by Rich Mullins 
