This blog is my attempt to share the things I love that make me who I am and who I want to be. I love being a mother and a wife and I want to be the type of person that feels every moment for what it is. To be that person I must remember to slow down, and focus, and dwell on all the good that surrounds us. Here, I hope to remind myself of that good.
"Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things." Philippians 4:8

Sunday, February 3, 2013

I Hear Them All

Why is Philippians 4:8 at the top of my blog? Because I hear them all. All the cries, the rustle of the confused, the heartbreaks of the broken, the whipping of the strings left untied, the storms erupting out of anger, the belly aches of the sad. 

"Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world." James 1:28
To hear the cries of those in distress, the hungry and still be emotionally prepared to help I must not be polluted by the world. To not be polluted by the world I will focus on what God tells me to focus on - the truth, the honorable, the just, pure, lovely, and commendable, on things that are excellent and worthy of praise. These things I will think about. 

I hear the crying of the hungry
In the deserts where they're wandering
Hear them crying out for Heaven's own
Benevolence upon them
Hear destructive power prevailin'
I hear fools falsely hailin'
To the crooked wits of tyrants
When they call

I hear them all I hear them all I hear them all

I hear the sounds of tearing pages
And the roar of burnin' paper
All the crimes and acquisitions
Turned to air and ash, and vapor
And the rattle of the shackle

Far beyond emancipator
And the lowliest
Who gather in their stalls

I hear them all I hear them all I hear them all

So while you sit and whistle, 'Dixie'
With your money and your power
I can hear the flowers growin'
In the rubble of the towers
I hear leaders quit their lyin'

I hear babies quit their cryin'
I hear soldiers quit their dyin'
One and all

I hear them all I hear them all I hear them all

I hear the tender words from Zion
I hear Noah's water fall
Hear the gentle Lamb of Judas
Sleeping at the feet of Buddha
And the Prophets from Elijah
To the old Paiute Wovoka
Take their places at the table
When they're called

I hear them all I hear them all I hear them all

I hear them all I hear them all I hear them all

I hear them all I hear them all I hear them all

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