Walking Through Covid with the Book of Joel (Part VI): Poured Out

Healing Hands, a song

There are scars on my hands 

That I got from loving you

From holding things I shouldn't have

And touching what was better left alone

And the fingers don't hold quite as tight 

As once they used to do

Still there's iron in the sinews 

And a fire burning somewhere in the bones

But if you could take this wounded clay

Into your healing hands

And fold these tired fingers in your own

And press these bleeding palms

Against the wounds of the cross

And hold them there until they understand

How every fist raised for justice

Every tear wiped away

Every time they reached for heaven

You were making them into your healing hands

There is blood on my hands

That I had when I found you

From hurting when I shouldn't have

And doing things I know I didn't mean

And there's dirt in the fingerprints

From things I can't undo

But the cup of your palm

Is a fountain of blood to wash them clean

But if you could take this wounded clay

Into your healing hands

And fold these tired fingers in your own

And press these bleeding palms

Against the wounds of the cross

And hold them there until they understand

How every fist raised for justice

Every tear wiped away

Every time they reached for heaven

You were making them into your healing hands

So if you could take this wounded clay

Into your healing hands

And fold these tired fingers in your own

And press these bleeding palms

Against the wounds of the cross

And hold them there until they understand

How every fist raised for justice

Every tear wiped away

Every time they reached for heaven

You were making them into your healing hands

You were making them into your healing hands

You were making them into your healing hands

Walking Through Covid with the Book of Joel (Part V): All Manner of Thing

Take Me to the Mountaintop, a song

I know you've been climbing

It feels like for years

And it still feels there's miles left to go

But you won't always be here

In the valley of tears

One day all the rainclouds will be 

Swirling far below

But if we didn't have the valleys

Then you know we'd never have the mountaintops

And you can't reach the mountaintop

Except that you gotta climb

And the God in the valley is the same

As the God on the mountaintop

And the same Lord shines in the shadows 

As he does in the light

St. Peter won't you take me

To the mountaintop

With Moses and Elijah standing there

And the shadows of the valley

They won't feel so dark

When his transfigured light is shining everywhere

But if we didn't have the valleys

Then you know we'd never have the mountaintops

And you can't reach the mountaintop

Except that you gotta climb

And the God in the valley is the same

As the God on the mountaintop

And the same Lord shines in the shadows 

As he does in the light

It's Friday, but you know that Sunday's coming

It's Friday but Sunday's on the way

It's Friday but you know that Sunday's coming

Just keep climbing through your Holy Saturday

And if we didn't have the valleys

Then you know we'd never have the mountaintops

And you can't reach the mountaintop

Except that you gotta climb

And the God in the valley is the same

As the God on the mountaintop

And the same Lord shines in the shadows 

As he does in the light