Not just murder...it's suicide.

Anyone who writes can appreciate the beauty of a well turned phrase. There is something powerful about the way words are put together. Recently I've been listening to a song by Derek Webb (we saw him live here). It's called "This too shall be made right." There is a strong prophetic edge to this song. It cuts to the core of the way we live our lives and yet pulls back the curtain on hope...this too shall be made right. That's why we long for the Kingdom. Here's the lyric...the music and his voice add to the effect. It's worth buying the song from Itunes...

people love you the most for the things you hate
and hate you for loving the things that you cannot keep straight
people judge you on a curve and tell you you’re getting what you deserve
this too shall be made right

children cannot learn when children cannot eat
stack them like lumber and children cannot sleep
children dream of wishing wells whose waters quench all the fires of Hell
this too shall be made right

the earth and the sky and the sea are all holding their breath
wars and abuses have nature groaning with death
we say we’re just trying to stay alive but it looks so much more like a way to die
this too shall be made right

there’s a time for peace and there is a time for war
a time to forgive and a time to settle the score
a time for babies to lose their lives a time for hunger and genocide
this too shall be made right

I don’t know the suffering of people outside my front door
I join the oppressors of those who i choose to ignore
I’m trading comfort for human life and that’s not just murder it’s suicide
this too shall be made right