Suit of Comfort or Mercy Clothes

So where's the water line when it comes to me?  I think it's important for me to ask this question.  But that's only the first step.  Once the question is asked, it needs to be answered honestly.  And to answer this question, I need "eyes to see".  And I will only have "eyes to see" if I am willing to hurt when I'm loved with piercing Light.  And once I find my water line, I must find it again . . . and again . . . and again . . . because it's so natural for me to lose it.  The Truth will set me free when I find my own water line.   Here's how the process goes:

I’m Stumbling in the Dark.
Groping. Lost and scared.
Crouching. Cold and naked.
Feeling unprepared.

Blindly building up defenses.
Using what is there
to cover every part of me
exposed to open air.

I’m Feeling warmer in the Dark.
Deny myself that I’m afraid.
Finding comfort and protection
in the garment I have made.

Unpleasant light from far away
intrudes to shine on me.
Darkness pierced by dim light stings!
My eyes are “eyes to see”.

And looking at myself I see
Exactly what I’ve done.
Not believing what I see.
True pain in me begun.

Light that’s dim can grow so bright.
I don’t like what I see.
Now I see the clothes I’ve made.
I know what covers me.

My suit of comfort in the Dark
so desperately contrived
covered up my naked self
ensuring I survived.

But Light came in revealing Truth.
I’m dead right where I sit.
Ironically, to keep alive
I’ve wrapped myself in shit!

My wretchedness now real to me;
but I am so afraid
to peel the stinking layers off
myself to be displayed.

The Dark? A blind subjective stupor.
The Light has made it clear.
I can shut my eyes up tight,
and drown in shit right here.

Or I can scratch and claw it off
To leave myself exposed.
And trust that God has Grace for me;
accepting Mercy Clothes.

Where was I when you were getting high?

So I've been listening to lots of music lately.  If you know me, you know I like music; but I really don't listen to it as much as I'd like to.  When I'm working in my office, I can listen to Pandora Radio (http://www.pandora.com) on my computer.  Mostly I listen to my Mozart station while I'm working.  But the other day I was listening to my Third Eye Blind station.  (I'm actually listening to it right now, too).

At one point this song "Champagne Supernova" by a controversial British band came on.  It's a cool song musically, but the words really started to bug me.  Not in a moral sense.  Not even in the sense that most people don't really know what the song really means because its lyrics are so surreal.  It was the repetitive line in every verse, that kept nagging me.  It seemed like every few seconds the lead vocalist was asking me, "Where were you while we were getting high?"  

About half way through the song I wanted to talk with this guy.  I mean, I don't know where I was while they were getting high.  They never told me they were going to get high.  They never asked me to join them.  Not that I would have joined them, but don't project your feelings of rejection and abandonment on me.  How am I suppose to know when and where you're getting high.  And what do you care where I was when you were getting high.  Frankly, it's none of your business where I was when you were getting high.  I was probably doing something productive while you were getting high.  You know, if you hadn't been getting high, you might have know where I was!

Dude!  The song just came on.  I don't believe it.  While I'm writing this he's asking me, "Where were you while we were getting high."  You know, I don't know where I was when he was getting high, but I like the song for the guitar and the melody. Especially this live version.  But these guys didn't get their money's worth of whatever they were getting high on.  I mean, aren't these emotive poets supposed to find inspiration for lyrics when they're high.  It didn't work this time.  

So my advice to Oasis is:  stop getting high so you will know where I am and you can write meaningful and diverse lyrics for your cool rock songs; or find some better mind altering substances so you won't know where I am and you can write interesting and diverse lyrics for your cool rock songs.  But what do I know?