I lift up my eyes to the hills
But where's the help coming from?
When the waves of pressure come in from every side
And the drumming of the modern age never lets up its beat.
When every moment is a demand
And each second a dealine
Each aspiration a command
And every request an ultimatum.
When there are two things that are never satisfied: three things that are always hungry:
The Grave and fire that are never satisfied; and The Next Big Thing, which is always hungry.
Where are you in the noise?
Where is your stillness in the movement?
Where is eternity in the fleeting seconds,
the immutable in the constant change?
Where is resurrection in a dying world?
New life amongst decay?
Unlikely as it may sound,
And against all conventional wisdom,
Though the worldview is against me
Though the idea's old-fashioned
And the beliefs abandoned
Though the hope is hopeless
And the faith is shaky
I will wait on the Lord my God.
I will hope in the God of Israel.