the roses
02.08.06

i know it's been a while, but i've been sooo busy with work, classes, work, papers, finding time to eat, work, going to virginia, yada yada yada. this is being written 10 minutes before chapel, which means i better get a move on it. one thing i have been thinking about a lot lately, though:

in my quest for the perfect job, the perfect family, the perfect life, how hard will it be for me to find fulfillment and satisfaction in my Heavenly Father? i may have posted this before (can't remember right now), but i've spent a bit of time in the truck listening to- surprise!- caedmon's call, particularly their share the well album. one song grabs my heart every time i pay a listen, and it is the roses. read andrew osenga's explanation of what inspired this beauty, and you'll get a glimpse of my heart.

"ecuador is covered in roses. they're everywhere. i brought home 100 for my wife and it cost me 8 bucks. we also met so many wonderful and inspiring people there, who were so loving and free, even in their poverty. i wanted to place a character on that mountain, show how full of love he was for his family, his God, even his flowers, and contrast that with myself and friends back home who have so much more, but are surely not as content or happy. it was humbling and very encouraging to learn from these people."

the roses
high above the valley of quito
an old man and his bride grow roses
red and yellow, white and golden
to him they are precious as children

their daughter, she moved to america
one more brick in the tower of babel
she has a son they've never seen at all
and they're praying they raised her well

on the mountain high
they will live and die
as time just slips away
and the children grow
in the God they know
as time just slips

a man, his bride, his children, and his roses
planted in faith, watered in tears
honey, that's all they have, and their happier here
than any of my friends back home
they've met Jesus, and they really know Him

now i'm back at home, all alone, and trying to find my thoughts
about that old man, so inspiring, but the tv's always on
and the phone, it won't stop ringing, and these bills, they keep on screaming
to pay for all the things that we have never really needed
and i wonder what he's doing right now
maybe walking through his simple field and thinking about how
God has blessed him so
a man, his bride, his children, and his roses



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