Were You There?

Were You There

"Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?

Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?
Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?

Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?

Were you there when God raised him from the tomb?
Were you there when God raised him from the tomb?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when God raised him from the tomb?"

...tonight we sang that at church. Last week when we watched the Passion of the Christ and we sang this directly afterwards...the room was so quiet with only murmers of the word "tremble, tremble, tremble." thinking of what we had just seen and what Christ did for us.

...the moon was intense. not in a very direct way of the word, but it was so bright it lit up the entire neighborhood. abbie and i starred at it for a while, music playing gently throughout the car. we admired the moon not just because it was captivating, the way the clouds covered it like a thick blanket and the light dwindles until it is nothing but the shadow against the clouds. but mostly, i thought of the artists that try to recreate something incredible, painting, drawing, all sorts of art. most do incredible things and the beautiful and creativity of it all is amazing, but something that occured to me was that sometimes we try to go so far out of our way to discover something beautiful that can be created and forget to start right with the simple. the moonlight and the shadow of the clouds. Art is everywhere, God is the creator and perfector of it.