Empty hands
There’s another way Instead of holding on
Take the books off of the shelf and be undone
The clutter from the closets The garage all clear of wealth
The mind all full of doubts Take my life off of the shelf.
Take the things I hold so tightly and all this useful stuff
Touching the hem of your garment ain’t nearly enough
Hold me Jesus Let me cling to you and let go
Dance the dance of servants entwined here below
Dancing with empty hands open to things I can hold
Wood and hay and stubble exchanged for fugitive gold.
And let me cling to you as I let go
Barter for a new life – if you’ll take the old…
I just can’t be a superman with x ray vision eyes
But I can be a man who sees through tears and is made wise
Don’t want to be the Bible answer man
Don’t want to be Mr. Fixit or make up some five year plan.
Just want to honor you sure as I am born
Rejoicing gratefully as I sojourn
Bringing the not yets to the nows
Living the kingdom I seek till the coming of the cows
Following a lover who is way beyond the Tao.
Anthony Foster
July 2, 2002