This is The Sound
This is the sound,
Can we hear it?
This is the sound
Sons and daughters are returning
From the wars our fathers started,
But do they do so without learning
Of why these wars were started?
As lifetime fades into the next
We beg to embrace the peace?
We beg earnestly and pleading
But somehow our pains will never cease
This is the sound
Can you hear it?
Listen carefully now.
Our hearts are quick to judge
Our minds are slow to learn
Yet our voices shout vociferously
Words that cannot ever return.
What use is there in mankind
These lessons we never learn
The flames of our destruction raise
As our fires never cease to burn
This sound,
Oh the sound
Why cannot we hear the sound!
Be still these troubled hearts of ours
These fleeting triumphs lost.
This sound we strain to hear
Has been engulfed by all our fears
The shout of the victorious
The harking herald of peace
But t’is the sound that is for peace
Somehow its timber’s decreased
Oh the sound
The precious sound
We long to hear your voice
As destructions rage across this land
From natural calamities and of man
To the tear streaked face of mothers
As their child’s blood soaks into the sand
Our hearts cry out in unison,
“Where is this peace that was promised!”
But all is lost upon realization
That man and his sins still persist.
Its so faint now
I can hardly hear it
The sound is but a whisper
Please, God is there something left?
Can salvation still be done?
Can we unlearn this pattern of brokenness
And strive to obey the Son?
As blood streaked from the cross
The message of peace still resounds
A message of peace from His words
“Forgive them,” yes, that was the sound!
Forever we were in rebellion
Forever we toiled in vain
But when I turned to hear His voice,
Finally, I heard the sound.
It was the sound of forgiveness
It was he sound of His peace
“Draw to Him all who are thirsty or weak,”
This is the sound.
Greg Butz
November 8th, 2009