Speaking of time, here are the lyrics to a Rich Mullins/Mark Robertson song that reminds me of what’s really important, what’s bigger than science and knowledge, and what’s worth every moment of work and living. May we all find and know the love that won’t give out.

By the way, if you know the whereabouts and happenings of Mark Robertson (Ragamuffin Band, This  Train, etc.), please let me know. I’d really like to know what he’s up to these days, and to thank him for his music. If his music is available directly (i.e., in a manner that puts the money in his pockets), I’d like to link there.

A Million Years

by Rich Mullins, Mark Robertson and Mitch McVicker
(c) 1998 Liturgy Legacy/Word Music/Alien Autopsy/Ross  Island Music Publishing.
from the album by This Train called “Mimes of the Old West”

Time doesn’t scare me.
No, I’m not impressed by time.
In the scheme of eternity,
Millenniums don’t seem to be
Worth much more than a dime,
Except for the love that you find in it;
Every minute’s worth its weight in gold,
Whether you’re a million years young
Or a million years old.

And if I’m still around a million years from now
If I’d been around a million years ago
Everything I’ve learned or forgotten
Imagined or come to know
Would disappear into the moment
I found that love would not give out
Even if I’m still around another million years from now

And change doesn’t scare me.
No, I’m not impressed by change.
In the light of reality
These fads are just fallacies,
And they all get washed away,
Except for the change that brings me closer
To the love that always proves
As current as tomorrow
Or as ancient as the truth.

And if I’m still around a million years from now
If I’d been around a million years ago
Everything I’ve learned or forgotten
Imagined or come to know
Would disappear into the moment
I found that love would not give out
Even if I’m still around another million years from now

All the ‘way back whens’ and ‘ever afters’ spin their wheels
And love looks back and laughs at them from yet another million years

And if I’m still around a million years from now
If I’d been around a million years ago
Everything I’ve learned or forgotten
Imagined or come to know
Would disappear into the moment
I found that love would not give out
Even if I’m still around another million years from now

And when I disappear into that moment…

With the Tired Eyes of Faith

Terry Taylor (http://www.danielamos.com)
(c) 1995 Broken Songs, from the Swirling Eddies album “The Berry Vest of the Swirling Eddies”

There’s your hope
Nailed to the wood
There’s your dream
Buried in the ground
Here’s your body
Battered, bloodied and broken
Here’s your peace
Teetering on the edge of the world

You’re kneeling somewhere in the middle
Of the passion play
But with the tired eyes of faith
You’ll see your resurrection day

Feel the dust
Clogging up your veins
There’s your secret
Burning in the fire
Here’s your heart
Cold, lonely and desperate
Here’s all creation
Groaning for the day of deliverance

Your name is carved here in the headstone
The sky is thick with birds of prey
But with the tired eyes of faith
You’ll see your resurrection day

Resurrection day will come
As surely as the rising sun
Death will fight a holy war
But it will live no more
Love will even the score
Resurrection day

Here’s your trust
Betrayed with a kiss
There’s your courage
Thrown to the lions
Here’s your soul
Soiled, tattered and thread bare
Here’s you love
Cast out and shunned like a leper

You’re kneeling somewhere in the middle
Of the passion play
But with the tired eyes of faith
You’ll see your resurrection day

You’re kneeling somewhere in the middle
Of the passion play
But with the tired eyes of faith
You’ll see your resurrection day

Please visit the website of one of his bands (Daniel Amos, Lost Dogs, Swirling Eddies) and buy the music. Here are the words to the amazing “God Went Bowling”:

God Went Bowling

Terry Taylor (http://www.danielamos.com)
(c)1988 Broken Songs
from the Swirling Eddies album “Zoom Daddy”

God went bowling
got the ball rolling
suspends it in air
to strike, split, and spare
while the king pin is falling
as part of his calling
makes some of us crack
in the gutter and the rack

and then God made a barrel
out of slings and arrows
and filled it up high
with the apples of his eye
now the grub worm is snacking
on all we are lacking
aiming his shots
at the cores that he rots

in the fracas and filth
in the fire and the flood
in the trash and the tumors
the rash, and the rub
all us tag team wrestlers
get stuck in the mud
and wrestle against
not the flesh or the blood

God set a table
for the blind and disabled
served wine bread and fish
and some mystery dish
made of devils and angels
grave plots and cradles
horses and hearses
praises and curses

see the pillages and wonders
the miracles and plunders
a stumble, a fall
see the great free-for-all
now the rattle snake is coiling
’round the sheets we are soiling
he strikes while we’re sleeping
and sows what we’re reaping

in the fracas and filth
in the fire and the flood
in the trash and the tumors
the rash, and the rub
all us tag team wrestlers
get stuck in the mud
and wrestle against
not the flesh or the blood

we want an infinite meddler
a fix-it-quick man
but he gets off his high horse,
gets dirt on his hands
and he woos us like a lover
through each bloody cessation
and hangs on the cross
with the rest of creation

and he woos us like a lover
woos us like a lover
woos us like a lover