I love this song. It reminds me of driving through the Appalachians in western North Carolina with the family on the way to my grandmother’s house in Hayesville. That town is about as far west as you can get without crossing the border into Tennessee. We had the Michael Card cd and we’d play it over and over as I sat in the back, letting the landscape move across my eyes, head on palm. David and Paul sat in front of me, sleeping or reading, and Mom and Dad were in the front, talking low about something of parental consequence, no doubt.
I thought about the past, the moments passing, and the future, where I would go, what I would do. The scope of the song for me allowed my mind to step back a way farther from the timeline of my life, and view its events with a sense of increased relevance between them. There are so many thoughts and feelings wrapped up in it… I’ll sort them out later, when I have more time to ponder.
Seems I’ve imagined Him all of my life
As the wisest of all of mankind
But if God’s Holy wisdom is foolish to men
He must have seemed out of His mind
For even His family said He was mad
And the priests said a demon’s to blame
But God in the form of this angry young man
Could not have seemed perfectly sane
Chorus
When we in our foolishness thought we were wise
He played the fool and He opened our eyes
When we in our weakness believed we were strong
He became helpless to show we were wrong
And so we follow God’s own fool
For only the foolish can tell-
Believe the unbelievable
And come be a fool as well
So come lose your life for a carpenter’s son
For a madman who died for a dream
And you’ll have the faith His first followers had
And you’ll feel the weight of the beam
So surrender the hunger to say you must know
Have the courage to say I believe
For the power of paradox opens your eyes
And blinds those who say they can see
Chorus
So we follow God’s own Fool
For only the foolish can tell
Believe the unbelievable,
And come be a fool as well.
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love this song too… liked it so much that i memorized it and would sing it at the top of my lungs as my mother, sisters and i would clean the church… used to practice the piano in that sanuary too. sometimes it would rain and i’d imagine that was the sound of an audience clapping for me and my very moving rendition of…
maybe we do have some things in common…
Was that at SDBC? That’s a beautiful memory…
What a great song…
It is… Have you heard it?
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no it was at Cornerstone Bible Church (off guess road) back in… oh I guess the early ’90’s… when we still lived in Roxboro… and commuted…
No, can’t say I have. Do you have an mp3 of it that you can send me later?
Here you go. Right click save as. Let me know if it doesn’t work…
(edited to remedy wrong icon usage)
I was kind of excited to get the “Gauge” icon, though…