WHILE WE TEAR APART
your thoughts, your dreams, your children and mine,
no longer two, but one,
no longer two, but one.
But what if a body rejects another, dreams and thoughts collide?
One is trying to hold together, one wants to divide.
We can't be disassembled,
we can't be disengaged,
we're like a coat without a seam,
and it feels like I'm disintegrating. (Repeat these 4 lines)
You can't tell where one begins and the other ends. (3 times)
Jesus, you be the patch.
Jesus, you be the stitches.
Jesus, hold me together while we tear apart. (Repeat these 3 lines)
Within many church circles thee’s so much emphasis on building strong and happy families that people find it hard to admit to broken relationships. It’s as if perfect marriages are the norm and anything less is unacceptable. But the reality of sin remains: we struggle to love each other, we make continual mistakes, we focus on the wrong issues, we completely overlook the needs of those who are closest to us. What’s remarkable is that God gives us some glimpses of heaven in the midst of our foolish and self-centred ways. And of course Jesus was, and is, always most active in healing and helping when we are most desperately in need. This song was written for a worship service — on the twentieth Sunday after Pentecost in Year B when the gospel reading is Mark 10:2-16.
Last Monday, November 19, I got back home after a 4 week trip, mostly in Queensland.Only possible because of
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.