more

This sounds, at first, like a song about death. It is, in some sense, but it’s…well, more than that. I love it. I love the promise – the sense – of something more. Out there; inside me. More than what I can see and feel and hear and understand.

More (Andrew Peterson)

This is not the end here at this grave
This is just a hole that someone made
Every hole was made to fill
And every heart can feel it still–
Our nature hates a vacuum

This is not the hardest part of all
This is just the seed that has to fall
All our lives we till the ground
Until we lay our sorrows down
And watch the sky for rain

There is more
More than all this pain
More than all the falling down
And the getting up again
There is more
More than we can see
From our tiny vantage point
In this vast eternity
There is more

A thing resounds when it rings true
Ringing all the bells inside of you
Like a golden sky on a summer eve
Your heart is tugging at your sleeve
And you cannot say why
There must be more

There is more
More than we can stand
Standing in the glory
Of a love that never ends
There is more
More than we can guess
More and more, forever more
And not a second less

There is more than what the naked eye can see
Clothing all our days with mystery
Watching over everything
Wilder than our wildest dreams
Could ever dream to be
There is more

“More than all the falling down and getting up again.” It helps to hear those words. Sometimes life seems repetitive and fruitless. It seems like an endless cycle of good and bad, hope and disappointment, fullness and hunger. Sometimes I want to know, “What’s the point of all this?” At those times I must remember that there is more. More than what I can see right now. More than what I could understand even if I could see it.

It’s mysterious and good to know this.

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