This is the Sound

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