But here it comes, that heavy loveYou’re never going to move it aloneHere it comes, that heavy loveTattooed on a criminal’s armHere it comes, that heavy loveSomeone got to share in the loadHere it comes, that heavy loveYou’re never going to move it alone
I’ve been really getting into this song “Shell Games” by Bright Eyes. I love the music but, more than that, I find the Lyrics echo strangely with me.
the everyman, blessed Sisyphus
Slipping steadily into madness
Now that’s the only place to be free
Again, there is a frustrating sense of failure as well – he realises that he can’t do it right, he needs to get past the times he has abused power and privilege, and taken advantage of others. The things we have done need to be taken care of.
If I could change my mind, change the paradigm
Prepare myself for another life
Forgive myself for the many times
I was cruel to something helpless and weak
And that’s not all of it; it’s far too easy to be angry at God for causing things to happen, for not showing me what to do. But I know there’s no reason to be angry – he is working all things for his glory, and my own good. He is allowing me to be alive now, and at his side to find fullness of pleasure and everlasting joy.
I don’t know what this song was written about. For me it rings really strongly with frustration and feelings of futility; often life seems tough, frustrating and futile. But there is more than that. Christ is all.
I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth. (Psalm 121:1-2)