hope in mystery (3.6)
This week’s song is inspired by my friend’s painting (below) that reminds me that God speaks in unexpected places, especially when we don’t expect to hear, or we’ve forgotten to listen. The text is drawn from both the first few verses of Isaiah 40, and the assurance that one day, everything will be restored. The ever-unfolding promise of the return to Eden is a beautiful mystery, more than we could ever imagine, and our hope rests in exactly that: the mystery of the kingdom beyond our imagination and knowledge, and the beauty of the bits and pieces growing in the kingdom here, now. Already, not yet.
artwork by Jill Kuhlman
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You sing “comfort, little children, I will give you rest.”
We hang balanced in this tension, in the wilderness
And I don’t
know all the answers
But I believe
Though I can’t see what’s ahead
There’s a path you’ve laid out for me
It’s the hope in mystery
Every valley shall be lifted, every hill made low
We will see you in your beauty, and all flesh will know
It’s your breath in my lungs that is singing
It’s music, and memory, and love
It’s you, my God, in a body,
here with us
It’s the promise that you’ll never leave me
It’s your whisper inside of my soul
It’s that you want to forgive me and
Make me whole
