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Healing Through Music: The View Down Here

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The most powerful songs find pain as their muse. My son Liam just posted a song he had been working on dealing with the loss of some people close to us. How do you express the pain you enter into when suicide has stolen a life?  How do you work through the loss of a life that has shaped you? Music has a way of helping us weave our way through the emotional journey. When Liam posted his song I took a listen and loved it. But what hit me more was the place in his soul where the song came from. Here is what he said about the song:

Written to commemorate those we have lost unexpectedly, and have impacted my life in radical ways. Rest in peace to Bill Bedell, Tyler Bushmiller, and Paul Lee. I miss you all so much.

Also to everyone else that I have lost under similar circumstances, but did not directly influence the creation of this song. Far from forgotten. Cody Botten, Berkely Repp, Josh Fisher, Don and Jean Shultz, Kirk Lewis, and oh so many more. Thank you all, for everything.

Take a listen…

Verse 1:
Somber melodies have brought me here,
And ones of hope have been unable
To lift me from this low
I think I’m alone,
The streets became wide,
And I’m stuck under this water, under this tide

Chorus:
Loneliness tastes like metal in my mouth,
And I constantly try to wash it out,
Ever since your one way ticket to the fields I don’t know
I’ve grown a bit older, but it’s colder below


Verse 2: 
Little did I know
That your presence everyday
Quietly meant everything
The day you were lost,
I learned the evils of Earth,
Fairness was a thing of our dreams
Chorus:
Loneliness tastes like metal in my mouth,
And I constantly try to wash it out,
Ever since your one way ticket to the fields I don’t know
I’ve grown a bit older, But it’s colder below
To say I miss you, To say that I missed a lot
To Say I miss you, To say that I missed a lot
(My opportunity slipped through my hands, like grains of sand)
2013 © Liam Wright Music
All Rights Reserved

credits

released 04 August 2014

Wounds and Scars

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The following piece by Amy Carmichael has long been a challenging favorite of mine.

It is real…
It is earthy…
It speaks of the truth that wounds and scars are a part of life…

Not something to run away from…
Not something to turn us into victims…
Not the end of the journey…

Rather, it’s the beginning of the journey.

What wounds do you have that you have tried to cover, to fix, to identify you?

In my book Sacred Space I wrote a chapter called Sacred Wounds. The big idea of the chapter is how God longs to take our wounds and redeem them in order to become restorative for others…yet, if we leave them unattended, they turn into bitter wounds and we become victims… and victims never realize the power of wounds and realized in scars when redeemed.

Hast Thou No Scar 

by Amy Carmichael

Hast thou no scar?
No hidden scar on foot, or side, or hand?
I hear thee sung as mighty in the land,
I hear them hail thy bright ascendant star,
Hast thou no scar?

Hast thou no wound?
Yet, I was wounded by the archers, spent.
Leaned me against the tree to die, and rent
By ravening beasts that compassed me, I swooned:
Hast thou no wound?

No wound? No scar?
Yet as the Master shall the servant be,
And pierced are the feet that follow Me;
But thine are whole. Can he have followed far
Who has no wound nor scar?