PRAYERS IN TIME
songs of hope and grace
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If something good is to be done, it will be because we take responsibility to meet needs of others...
The only track on Prayers in Time which is entirely a family affair: son and daughter Joel and Emma sing harmony vocals, and Adam played keys and produced and mixed. Also in part a homage to Simon and Garfunkel. Adam describes the lightweight production as if we're just sitting round in the living room with a couple of guitars, like the times Joel and I have sat singing The Boxer or April Come She Will.
Words and music by Godfrey Rust
Godfrey Rust lead vocal, acoustic guitars
Emma Nixon, Joel Rust backing vocals
Adam Rust keyboards, synth bass, drum programming
Recorded by Adam Rust and Godfrey Rust
Produced, engineered and mixed by Adam Rust
Co-produced by Godfrey Rust
Mastered by Denis Blackham
The Web we wove for wonder caught the faces of our fears—
images flashed on our screens, sound streamed in our ears
like doors that open out upon a world without relief
from the empty eyes of hunger, the bitter voice of grief.
It is the landscape of the victims of the lies we can't defend
we turn to our amusements and our families and our friends—
the doors cannot be closed now that we've seen what we have seen
and we've heard the words of Jesus and we know what they now mean—
Open doors to those in suffering and loss,
waking to our world in the shadow of the cross:
never shirk from our commitment as you never shirked from yours
to meet the crying need we see through open doors.
Onto the refugee whose crime was to be born in the wrong place,
to the moment's inattention that a lifetime won't erase,
to the prisoner of conscience being tortured just for fun,
to the children drinking water that will kill them one by one;
onto the rude and awkward neighbour who needs a loving friend,
to the smiling wife and mother's secret cancer of the brain,
to the bullied anorexic who has gone from losing hope
to the end of her tether to the end of a rope.
The doorway opens out on the agendas of the hour—
shameless priests and politicians trade their principles for power
each beaten-down minority walks on through hate or pain
till the tables in the temple are turned over once again.
If we turn from the doorway we are turning to despair—
it takes time, it takes talent, it takes money, it takes prayer:
what was good for the Samaritan is good for everyone
who can't do everything for all but who will do something for some—