Word of Life Church Podcast

Thrasher
Neil Young

They were hiding behind hay bales
They were planting in the full moon
They had given all they had for something new
But the light of day was on them
They could see the thrashers coming
And the water shone like diamonds in the dew

And I was just getting up, hit the road before it's light
Trying to catch an hour on the sun
When I saw those thrashers rolling by
Looking more than two lanes wide
I was feelin' like my day had just begun

Where the eagle glides, descending
There's an ancient river bending
Through the timeless gorge of changes
Where sleeplessness awaits
I searched out my companions
Who were lost in crystal canyons
When the aimless blade of science
Slashed the pearly gates

It was then that I knew I'd had enough
Burned my credit card for fuel
Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand
With a one way ticket to the land of truth
And my suitcase in my hand
How I lost my friends, I still don't understand

They had the best selection
They were poisoned with protection
There was nothing that they needed
Nothing left to find
They were lost in rock formations
Or became park bench mutations
On the sidewalks and in the stations
They were waiting, waiting

So I got bored and left them there
They were just dead weight to me
Better down the road without that load
Brings back the time when I was eight or nine
I was watchin' my mama's TV
It was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode

Where the vulture glides, descending
On an asphalt highway bending
Through libraries and museums, galaxies and stars
Down the windy halls of friendship
To the rose clipped by the bullwhip
The motel of lost companions
Waits with heated pool and bar

But me I'm not stopping there
Got my own row left to hoe
Just another line in the field of time
When the thrasher comes, I'll be stuck in the sun
Like the dinosaurs in shrines
But I'll know the time has come
To give what's mine

I'm A Song
Stephen Wilson Jr.

I'm the showman in San Antonio
Middle of the rodeo
Daddy's hand that you used to hold
When you'd walk back to the car

I'm the sound of the county fair
Ferris wheel kisses high up in the air
A sip of brandy when your soul is bare
And you need to share your heart

I'm the words that'll hit you
That'll get you where you're going
So you never go there alone
I'm the melody glued to the memory
That you can't shake when it comes on
I'm the part of you that you listen to
Riding in the radio all night long

I'm a song
I'm a song

I was there the day you learned to drive
The first time that you got high
I even helped you realize that she wasn't right for you

You fall down, I pick you up again
I helped a boy become a man
When your best friend died
I helped you cry and finally turn him loose

I'm the words that'll hit you
That'll get you where you're going
So you never go there alone
I'm the melody glued to the memory
That you can't shake when it comes on
I'm the part of you that you listen to
Riding in the radio all night long

I'm a song
I'm a song
I'm a song

I'm the part of you that you listen to
Riding in the radio all night long
I'm the words that'll hit you
That'll get you where you're going
So you never go there alone

I'm the melody glued to the memory
That you can't shake when it comes on
I'm the part of you that you listen to
Riding in the radio all night long

I'm a song...

As we travel the paths of unseen existences in our long pilgrimage through life, we do so in the company of angels.

"Every one of us is shadowed by an illusory person: a false self. This is the man that I want myself to be but who cannot exist, because God does not know anything about him. And to be unknown of God is altogether too much privacy. My false self is the one who wants to exist outside the reach of God’s will and God’s love—outside of reality and outside of life. And such a self cannot help but be an illusion."
–Thomas Merton, New Seeds of Contemplation