Set foot ta walk the still darkened streets
The cold and dark of night immediately consume me
Yet we walk, faithfully. Excited but nervously, but about all expectantly
Te recount the events that have just happened
You can’t even imagine, ya see
There’s gold in them there streets. You have to look hard but trust me,
If you listen hard enough you’ll see,
Believe me
Walk with me
And simply
Begin to let go
Of all the thing you think you know
The way you assume it should go
The same old same old standard way you roll
Let him take control
This is the new way ta roll
Don’t worry bout the dark
Don’t worry about the cold
Don’t worry bout the time of night or any type of dress code
Just prepare yourself for your mind to be blow,
We meet this boy out on road
And this is how his story gets told
“You were on that bench, Your wearing white and blue, You’ve got a baseball cap on, Son, Gods been looking for you”
“You were on that bench, Your wearing white and blue, You’ve got a baseball cap on, Son, Gods been looking for you”
Pause and consider,
Let these words linger
See what it does to your head as you begin to try and figure
“NA BRUV I’m GONE, NA THATS TOO MUCH IM GONE” “Let me see that again” “NA BRUV IM GONE”
He runs off into the night, griped by amazement at the incite,
And he thinks hard with all of his might
That this night
Maybe there just might
Be someone out there,
Someone who actually cares
Then 5 minutes later he re-appears
5 more boys on tow to witness
The utter mystery of this
“Boys come see this, come here and see this”
“Gods stalking me, come see, God, is stalking me”
Ah youngster if only you knew
If only you could understand the passion and intensity in which the living God is actively this moment, pursuing you.
The night advances,
To many odd glances at the introductions of “this might seem a bit weird...”
But in amazement we stand back and witness the way in which the path is clear
By the watering hole, the brave new face of prayer is met head on by the harsh realties of life
The hands it deals the wrongs that don’t seem in line with the rights
And in the midst of what could have been the darkest of nights
In the face of oppression and so close to a fight
A peace flows and the knowledge is evident of some kind of safety in the light
And then, right there
In amongst the brokenness and stares
Is the opening of hearts, the sharing of burdens often too big to share
And right there in the midst of despair,
Someone else pauses to consider
If there might, but someone out there
At one point they didn’t care
Or if they did it got lost in a life of despair
But when its presented on paper so raw and clear
Is it possible there’s some kind of light, amongst the darkness out there?
Is there, maybe, someone out there?
Flash forward to 5am on a park bench, away from the noise of all of them
The darkest sky begins to break
And there’s the sense of a light coming that keeps me fixed on that bench
Considering the night
And the way the story went
The events
I couldn’t even begin to invent
But I’m struck with the realisation that its not all good
And there still is night
A guy I know fought bravely on the wrong side of right on these same streets this same night
And under this same sky I guy I know was arrested tonight
There’s still dark, and the shadows still will gather
And the reality is that all of this still matters
And the sun is rising and its beautiful believe
But, there’s plenty more dark nights that will follow these
We thought we had compassion on these streets
But this night out horizons were blown by how much our God is actively pursuing every single one of these
And how a heart so big we cant even understand, sheds broken heartfelt tears, for each of these
And on that bench Im taken away
To all the different places I’ve been to and returned by that day
From the slums of Gjkova where no one wants ya
To the Dalmatian coast where you have to wonder,
How God could ever be denied
To the eyes of a grown man when he cries
From the persecuted solider on the streets of kosova
To the homeless man who’s begging to start over
From the days of old and stories of Passover
To a sacrifice of grace, that leads, to life
All the pieces of the puzzle seem to come together in the emergence of light
On my knees in the park, in reverence and fear
Having seen all these things and been brought back here
From place to place and stories I hold dear
On my knees I confess “I will worship you here”
From the mountains of beauty to the streets of despair.
From the homes with enough to the tables with nothing to spare
I cant even begin to imagine, let alone answer the questions out there
But I commit to stand and l say “my God, I will worship you here”
And Ill try to understand the issues and become more aware
Be a friend to the broken standing right there
I’m nervous, self-conscious, unsure and flippin scared
But through it all my God, I will worship you here
I’m nervous, self-conscious, unsure and flippin scared
But through it all, my God, I will worship you here
