Paul Simon – Hurricane Eye, 22SEP – #591

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I wrote this a few years ago, I expanded it…

Paul Simon – Hurricane Eye, 22SEP

Living in the hurricane eye feeling is as real to me today as it ever was… We live in hurricane eyes, if we choose to let Jesus pull us in…

Hurricanes of life surround us, Jesus holds us in the eye… There’s a Paul Simon song (of course), Hurricane Eye,  https://youtu.be/VyPD-N5PaeE

I truly “fell asleep in a washing machine, woke up in a hurricane eye” because Jesus cleansed me with his washing – and He pulled me into that hurricane eye – He gave me peace. But He must hold me anew each day – sometimes grabbing my arms – sometimes gently squeezing my hand. And each day I must hold on tight to Him too.  Each day i don’t always get into the eye completely,  and some days i can’t even see that eye… but He’s got me – He’s got all of us…

Yes, Jesus holds us and we can hold onto Him. Every day…

Finding peace means Jesus holding us tightly back from us running or simply drifting into the hurricane… Finding peace means Jesus sometimes lets us stand on His shoulders and see beyond the eye and remind ourselves that we shouldn’t want to leave His comfort.

And sometimes we need to turn away from looking at that hurricane and bury ourselves in Jesus’s robes and hide…

Peaceful as a hurricane eye is probably as peaceful as we are going to get on earth in a broken world… a spinning crazy broken world – and we do have to hold on because eventually peace will be all there is….

So Hold on… Hold Him…

Hold onto your faith… Hold onto Jesus…

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Here’s the end of the lyrics

Over the bridge of time
I’m walking with my family
And the road begins to climb
And it’s oh Lord how we going to pray
With crazy angel voices
All night
Until it’s a new day

Peaceful as a hurricane
Peaceful as a hurricane
Peaceful as a hurricane eye
Peaceful as a hurricane
Peaceful as a hurricane
Peaceful as a hurricane eye
Peaceful as a hurricane eye

You want to be leader?
You want to change the game?
Turn your back on money
Walk away from fame
You want to be a missionary?
Got that missionary zeal?
Let a stranger change your life
How does it make you feel?
You want to be a writer
But you don’t know how or when
Find a quiet place
Use a humble pen

You want to talk talk talk about it
All night squawk about
The ocean and the atmosphere
Well I’ve been away for a long time
And it looks like a mess around here
I’ll be away for a long time
So here’s how the story goes
There was an old woman
Who lived in a shoe
She was baking a cinnamon pie
She fell asleep in a washing machine
Woke up in a hurricane eye

 

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