I write a blog, first and foremost, as a
place to work out my own faith. There are times when the best way to sort out
what is going on is to spill out emotions and words. The first draft makes
little sense. The edits make it a learning process. On a really good day those
thoughts also help someone else. Meditation on the words of others can be a great
way to stir up this practise and there are many times when I turn to Jars of Clay. “Body and Wine” is one of
those songs that has not yet revealed to me its full meaning. I meditate upon
the words and sometimes something comes clearer. There are real questions here.
There are real questions that need an answer: “What if this was all that we
were made of; . . . all that we could make of love? If there wasn’t more, I
wouldn’t be here.” What if humanistic science tried to tell us that we were only a collection of
carbon, water, and trace elements? What if that was all that we were made of? If there wasn’t more, what would keep
me here? What would make this earth worth staying for? If it’s been a while
since I was king, is there someone else who should be on the throne? Hero or
crime? Hero and crime? Body and wine.
place to work out my own faith. There are times when the best way to sort out
what is going on is to spill out emotions and words. The first draft makes
little sense. The edits make it a learning process. On a really good day those
thoughts also help someone else. Meditation on the words of others can be a great
way to stir up this practise and there are many times when I turn to Jars of Clay. “Body and Wine” is one of
those songs that has not yet revealed to me its full meaning. I meditate upon
the words and sometimes something comes clearer. There are real questions here.
There are real questions that need an answer: “What if this was all that we
were made of; . . . all that we could make of love? If there wasn’t more, I
wouldn’t be here.” What if humanistic science tried to tell us that we were only a collection of
carbon, water, and trace elements? What if that was all that we were made of? If there wasn’t more, what would keep
me here? What would make this earth worth staying for? If it’s been a while
since I was king, is there someone else who should be on the throne? Hero or
crime? Hero and crime? Body and wine.
Body
and Wine
and Wine
Rusty ground and dusty roads
It’s been a while since you were king
Undermined and overthrown
You tried to run it on your own
Forget the birds with broken wings
Under piles of things on things
No one stops and no one stares
Seen it all and no one cares
What if this was all that we were made of?
This was all that we could make of love
If there wasn’t more, I wouldn’t be here
Hero and crime, body and wine
Drove my heart toward the sea
Passed the graves up over hills
Saw the spires hit the ground
Voices raised without a sound
What if this was all that we were made of?
This was all that we could make of love
If there wasn’t more, I wouldn’t be here
Hero and crime, body and wine
Hero and crime, body and wine
What if this was all that we were made of?
This was all that we could make of love
If there wasn’t more, I wouldn’t be here
Hero and crime, body and wine
What if this was all that we were made of?
This was all that we could make of love
If there wasn’t more, I wouldn’t be here
Hero and crime, body and wine
Hero and crime, body and wine
Body and wine
Words & music by: Dan Haseltine,
Charlie Lowell, Stephen Mason, Matt Odmark
Charlie Lowell, Stephen Mason, Matt Odmark
Produced by: Jars of Clay
Commenting on the song “Loneliness and Alcohol,”
Steve Mason (one of the members of Jars of Clay) said, “Everything matters . . . there is always something artful to
be said.”
Steve Mason (one of the members of Jars of Clay) said, “Everything matters . . . there is always something artful to
be said.”