The Journey Goes On

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The Journey Goes On
Brian Zahnd

The journey goes on
And I find myself in a place
I could never have imagined
(And I mean a good place!)

Not in the Love Song 70’s
Not in the Ravenhill 80’s
Not in the Faith Man 90’s
Not even the tumultuous 2000’s

I won’t make an idol of any moment in time
The vastness of God can’t be explored in the blink of an eye
We don’t attain authenticity overnight
So I’m a mystery
Even to myself

The 70’s Jesus Freak
The 80’s Revivalist
The 90’s Church Growth Guy
The 2000’s Trouble Maker
Could never understand who I am today
Which makes me somewhat happy

Because it’s not the reinvention of self for fashion sake
Like the widening and narrowing of neckties
No, it’s about being true to Christ by being true to yourself
The sacred mystery is about the adventure of becoming
So the journey goes on
And on

But through it all I remain loyal to the Way
Because when Jesus called BZ to follow him
(That long-haired fifteen year old kid)
And he said, yes
He meant it

I can’t be labeled and classified
The way entomologists pin insects
I believe in metamorphosis!
Whatever bug you pin me down as
I will not be
(Does that bug you?)

I’m a dweller by a dark stream
And the chrysalis is cracking
Like in the vision John saw
(Thank you, my prophetic Canadian brother)
In the end I’ll have wings
And I will fly

BZ

PS: Now I give you a real poet.

Dweller By A Dark Stream
Bruce Cockburn

It could have been me put the thorns in your crown
Rooted as I am in a violent ground
How many times have I turned your promise down
Still you pour out your love
Pour out your love

I was a dweller by a dark stream
A crying heart hooked on a dark dream
In my convict soul I saw your love gleam
And you showed me what you’ve done
Jesus, thank-you joyous Son

You entered a life like ours to give us back our own
You wanted us like you, as choosers not clones
You offered up your flesh and death was overthrown
Now salvation is ours,
Salvation is ours

I was a dweller by a dark stream
A crying heart hooked on a dark dream
In my convict soul I saw your love gleam
And you showed me what you’ve done
Jesus, thank-you joyous Son

So I’m walking this prison camp world
I long for a glimpse of the new world unfurled
The chrysalis cracking and moisten winds uncurl
Like in the vision John saw
The vision John saw

I was a dweller by a dark stream
A crying heart hooked on a dark dream
In my convict soul I saw your love gleam
And you showed me what you’ve done
Jesus, thank-you joyous Son