Hanging by a Thread

(NOTE:  The song I wanted to post actually has the following lyrics (altered by Nickel Creek).

The original intent was about the strength and fullness of life that Jesus gives,

contrasted with how one can hang by a thread without Him.)

Hanging by a Thread

There's a kind of emptiness that can fill you

There's a kind of hunger that can eat you up

There's a cold and darker side of the moonlight

And there's a lonely side of love

With you here. Jesus, I am strong; no sign of weakness

With you gone, Jesus, I am hanging by a thread

There's a certain kind of pain that can numb you

There's a type of freedom that can tie you down

Sometimes the unexplained can define you

And sometimes, silence is the only sound

With you here, Jesus, I am strong; no sign of weakness

With you gone. Jesus, I am hanging by a thread

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Several years ago, I told someone there was something beautiful, something pure, something clean and real, waiting for him. And, if/when he found it, he should grab hold of it and never let it go.

Oh, but kicking against the pricks can feel strong and powerful, rebellious and bold, sexy, fun and passionate… wild, wicked and intriguing…
And so free.
Invincible!
It can taste so sweet.

It is full. of. you.

But what do you feel in the quiet? In the darkness?
When the world stops and the times are idle...
When “friends” leave, the laughter fades, and your whisper echoes in an empty room.

And you are left alone with your soul.

When the aftermath of tangled sheets and dirty needles greets you, and the curtains close on actions that could not bear the sunshine…

It is beautiful?
Is it clean?
You may not give a damn if it is.
That taste in your mouth… is it still sweet?
Is the hollow in your heart full?
Do you still feel strong?

Are you happy?
Do you love?
And are you loved?

Or is there shame?

Are you holding the life you longed for?
Or holding a lie?

Are you hanging tough?
Or hanging by a thread?

There is something beautiful. Pure. Clean.

He's real.