can't hear your voice until you open up my ears. I can't recognise your face until you
open my eyes, and I can see you;
break the bread, your body will make me strong.

1. Adam's sin keeps me locked up in these chains, and I try in vain to find the key.
You break through these prison walls,
you break through these prison walls for me.

2. No-one knows where the Holy Spirit goes, but we see the trail he leaves behind:
eyes that now are opened up,
eyes that now are opened up were blind.

3. Jesus' friends thought they really knew him then, but they still depended on a sign.
Maybe I will understand,
Maybe I will understand next time.1983. Another song written for the student service at St. Stephen's, when the theme was based on Luke 24:31 "Their eyes were opened and they recognised him". This story of the encounter on the road to Emmaus is another shining illustration of the core of the Christian faith: it's God who acts before we even think about it, God who opens blind eyes, God who loves those who are still sinners.


Thanks ...

Last Monday, November 19, I got back home after a 4 week trip, mostly in Queensland.Only possible because of
Ray Shillabeer.
He's been my driver for the past 7½ years, for trips to Victoria, ACT, NSW and Queensland. He likes to label himself as 'Ray the Roadie', but he's a lot more than that. For the churches & schools I've sung at, we both set up the sound gear - the amps, guitars et al. He then retires to a back seat, while I sing & play. Afterwards, at schools, we take the gear down together. But at churches, he looks after the gear, while I talk with people & sell CDs & books. We get to stay with people most places , & we both love meeting people, enjoying their terrific hospitality.
This trip was his swan-song. I know he's enjoyed the driving & meeting people, but I still don't know how to say thank you. In his modest, self deprecating way, he'd reject the label of 'Servant of Christ', but he's been that for me, & together we've been able to serve people in many places.