
With apologies to Louisa Fletcher...
The Land of Beginning Again
Song for the Fish’s Belly
For Jonahs of every age there’s a place
Called the Land of Beginning Again,
Where willful mistakes and stubborn heartaches
Rank rebellion and selfish old pride,
Can be dropped, like a string of seaweed, on the beach,
And never cling to us again.
Perhaps it was something we refused to do,
And we think we’ve repented too late
Of praises unspoken and promises broken,
And multiple lives have been hurt -
Even “Ninevites” who were depending on you
And me to escape judgment’s fate.
But runaway "prophets" like us can return
To the center of His plan.
For the God we ignored, disregarded as Lord,
Is the God of the Second Chance.
He is calling out still from Calvary’s Hill –
That true Land of Beginning Again.
No matter the years and the tears and the fears
Time lost and memories past,
Now is the time, opportunity prime,
To bow down and make it right,
Tell the God we’ve not heeded we’ll do what is needed,
Give obedience willing and fast.
Yes, Jonahs, there is a wonderful place
Called the Land of Beginning Again
Where willful mistakes and stubborn heartaches
Rank rebellion and selfish old pride,
Can be dropped, like a string of seaweed, on the beach,
And never cling to us again.