Just set up somewhat of a studio!
Here's a (relatively) new song, a meditation on Luke 7:31 “To what then shall I compare the men of this generation, and what are they like? They are like children who sit in the market place and call to one another, and they say, ‘We played the flute for you, and you did not dance; we sang a dirge, and you did not weep.’ For John the Baptist has come eating no bread and drinking no wine, and you say, ‘He has a demon!’ The Son of Man has come eating and drinking, and you say, ‘Behold, a gluttonous man and a drunkard, a friend of tax collectors and sinners!’ Yet wisdom is vindicated by all her children.”
New Wine
Sin is a many-tendriled vine
That grows the grapes that bleed the wine
We pair with bitter herbs and dine
To set our teeth on edge
The sour grapes our fathers’ anguish grew
Went to seed and taxed our children too
Pressing out this vintage we renew
Our dull and drunken pledge
Chorus:
Maybe we’ll sing and dance
While the dirge plays on
Through the market streets
The children call
We cannot seem to see the signs
That shadows never hold new wine
The waxing fruit that bears the dulling bloom
Drying out our mouths still we consume
Draining barrels into empty tombs
Until the taps run dry
Open up the bottle and breathe
When you’re out of balance, breathe
The Spirit’s measure comes
Just breathe and receive
New wine
The world is a wineskin growing old
It is stretching thin at every fold
Until it bursts our hope will hold
And ripen in its time
Maybe we’ll sing and dance
When the old is gone
While the children sing
A wedding song
The common jars will stand as signs
Vessels fit to hold new wine
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