11 October 2007

A Sermon -- Johnny Cash style


A while back, I wrote in some detail about the American Recordings, produced by Rick Rubin, that Johnny Cash made in the last years of his life. While listening to some of these songs last Sunday, I reflected on Cash's message and the hollow sermons given in churches these days. It hit me that somebody ought to piece together a great sermon based on Cash's end-of-the-trail lyrics. Here's my humble attempt:
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Unchained

I have been ungrateful
And I have been unwise
Restless from the cradle
But now I realize
It's so hard to see the rainbow
Through glasses dark as these
Maybe I'll be able from down on my knees


Oh I am weak
Oh I know I am vain
Take this weight from me
Let my spirit be unchained


Old man swearin' at the sidewalk
And I am overcome
Seems that we've both forgotten
Forgotten to go home

Have I seen an angel
Or have I seen a ghost
Where's that Rock of Ages
When you need it most


It's so hard to see the rainbow
Through glasses dark as these
Maybe I'll be able
From down on my knees


*****

from
When The Man Comes Around

And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder:
One of the four beasts saying: "Come and see."
And I saw.
And behold, a white horse

There's a Man goin' 'round takin' names

An' He decides who to free and who to blame

Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down


When the Man comes around

The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup'
For you partake of that last offered cup,
Or disappear into the potter's ground.

When the Man comes around.


Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singin'
Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin', voices cryin'

Some are born an' some are dyin'.

It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.


And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree

The virgins are all trimming their wicks

The whirlwind is in the thorn tree

It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

'Till Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom

Then the Father hen will call his chickens home.


The wise men will bow down before the throne.

And at His feet they'll cast their golden crown,

When the Man comes around.

Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still.

Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still.

Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still.

Listen to the words long written down,

When the Man comes around.


Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers

When The Man Comes Around
....

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from Redemption

From the hands it came down
From the side it came down

From the feet it came down

And ran to the ground
.

Between heaven and hell
A teardrop fell
In the deep crimson dew

The tree of life grew


And the blood gave life
To the branches of the tree

And the blood was the price
That set the captives free

And the numbers that came

Through the fire and the flood
Clung to the tree

And were redeemed by the blood
.

From the tree streamed a light
That started the fight
'Round the tree grew a vine

On whose fruit I could dine


My old friend Lucifer came

Fought to keep me in chains

But I saw through the tricks

Of six-sixty-six


And the blood gave life

To the branches of the tree

And the blood was the price

That set the captives free

And the numbers that came

Through the fire and the flood
Clung to the tree

And were redeemed by the blood
. ...

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from "Why Me Lord"

Why me Lord, what have I ever done?
To deserve even one
Of the pleasures I've known
Tell me Lord, what did I ever do?
That was worth loving You

Or the kindness You've shown.


Lord help me Jesus, I've wasted it so
Help me Jesus
I know what I am
Now that I know that I've need You so
Help me Jesus, my soul's in Your hand.


Tell me Lord, if You think there's a way
I can try to repay
All I've taken from You?
Maybe Lord, I can show someone else
What I've been through myself
On my way back to You.
...

*****
from Personal Jesus

.... Reach out and touch faith.

*****

Amen.
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1 comment:

Paco Malo said...

M. Baluja, one of my musical mentors, writes:

Here's another Johnny Cash song for that sermon....

THE BEAST IN ME

The beast in me
Is caged by frail and fragile bars
Restless by day
And by night rants and rages at the stars

God help the beast in me

The beast in me
Has had to learn to live with pain
And how to shelter from the rain
And in the twinkling of an eye
Might have to be restrained

God help the beast in me

Sometimes it tries to kid me
That it's just a teddy bear
And even somehow manage to vanish in the air

And that is when I must beware
Of the beast in me that everybody knows
They've seen him out dressed in my clothes

Patently unclear,
If it's New York or New Year

God help the beast in me

The beast in me.