Yahweh, Yahweh...

Yahweh. Yahweh. Still I'm waiting for the dawn.

Take these shoes
Click clacking down some dead end street
Take these shoes
And make them fit

Take this shirt
Polyester white trash made in nowhere
Take this shirt
And make it clean, clean

Take this soul
Stranded in some skin and bones
Take this soul
And make it sing

Yahweh, Yahweh
Always pain before a child is born
Yahweh, Yahweh
Still I'm waiting for the dawn

Take these hands
Teach them what to carry
Take these hands
Don't make a fist no

Take this mouth
So quick to criticize
Take this mouth
Give it a kiss

Yahweh, Yahweh
Always pain before a child is born
Yahweh, Yahweh
Still I'm waiting for the dawn
...

Yahweh, Yahweh
Always pain before a child is born
Yahweh, tell me now
Why the dark before the dawn?

Take this city
A city should be shining on a hill
Take this city
If it be your will
What no man can own, no man can take
Take this heart
Take this heart
Take this heart
And make it pray

(This is a U2 song. Usually it is David's provenance to quote U2, I know. Surely these words are for us all in the church.)

Ben's First "Story"

First Ever 'Written-Down' Story by our First Grader:

Abraham Lincoln
by Ben Chamberlin

Abraham Lincoln lived in a cabin in Kentucky. He read the Bible. He was brave and honest. He was President of the United States.

Short and sweet: Hemingway would approve.