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read between the lines
jesus' blood Jesus' Blood Never Failed Me Yetby JARS OF CLAY origin: some homeless man Jesus' blood never failed me yet never failed me yet never failed me yet Jesus' blood never failed me yet This one thing I know That he loves me so (loop back to Jesus' blood never failed me yet) jars of clay: we originally heard this song on a Gavin Bryars recording. it was a 72 minute loop of a homeless man singing this simple chorus over and over. the contrast of one so lowly expressing such certain and simple faith was and continues to be nothing short of astounding. the power of gavin's recording is a testimony to one of this world's most profound and sacred mysteries: though they suffer...they have joy. i was about to go into another episode of lachrymosity when this song stopped me short in my tracks. yup, have it on repeated playback now...and it really does sound like the song never ends, because it ends where it begins...it even sounds that way at the end of the track. humbling, knowing the origin from where this song existed, and also kinduva wake-up call. it's a sort of a soft lull, with unusual chord progression, the kind that evokes some kind of hard-to-describe feeling within you. i think that and the constant repetition helps in reassurance and in getting the point across....haha. but seriously. forgot the power of jesus' blood. moving to a different topic, i found a new quiet place today. it has plush red chairs (almost like the one morpheus sat in...yeah i know, me and my matrix craze), thick carpeted floor, and damn good coffee....either that or i was really thirsty today. but i think i wasn't imagining it...cos usually at other outlets like coffee bean, i need like three packets of sugar just for my latte to taste good, but this one only needed two. the brew...maybe it's a fluke, but tonight's cuppa was really good to sip on as i did my quiet time. and i really, really loved the cosy atmosphere that was the closest i've known to matching a living room (if only i had my own)....i mean what coffee house has carpeted flooring? even better, the place where i sat was hidden away by the free internet booth in front of me (free internet!). music with a mixed songlist of band music and oldies was playing from the speakers behind me, right next to a short, relatively dimmed lamp (but bright enough to read in) which emitted a warm yellow glow. man i sound like i'm publicising the place....haha. the only thing i lacked on my hands was time. ah...if only my parents weren't nagging at me to come home early. i think it was more my mom's nagging of yesterday that persistently got stuck in my ears that drove me to come home rather than their nagging today, of which i heard none at all when i returned. unfailing, redeeming restoring blood forget, how could i the power of that which Jesus shed? that you would die for one such as ingrateful as i is unfathomable grace that can never compare |
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