"Somewhere in the process of obedience to the law, in the turning to scriptures to discover more from them, the sight and sound of the living – active and moving – God whose Word dictated their deeds was replaced by the ritual itself. There he stood amongst them, unknown to them, lamenting their self-blinkered hearts, ready to intervene and bare the cost".
Been listening to album from which this song is taken. The days of Musical Art are slowly dwindling (or maybe I’m getting old and lost in the open endedness with which Art is perceived.) Either way, this combines three things I really appreciate: Poetry, Guitar, and Song.
LAUREN HILL: I Find It Hard To Say (Rebel!)
