S4:E17 – Only the Lover Sings: Amy Baik Lee, “The Sound of Eucatastrophe”

The Sound of Eucatastrophe by Amy Baik Lee | One Thousand Words https://www.matthewclark.net/mcwordpress/wp-content/uploads/2022/06/OTW_S4-E17-OTLS_Amy-Lee.mp3 Amy Baik Lee writes from a desk looking out on a cottage garden, usually surrounded by children’s drawings, teacups, and stacks of patient books. She is a writer and managing editor for Cultivating magazine, a contributing writer for The Rabbit Room, and co-director of the Anselm Arts Guild. Much of Amy’s writing stems from wonder at the redemptive love of Christ and the piercing, reorienting grace of His joy. Ever seeking to “press on to [her] true country and to help others to do the same” (C. S. Lewis), she posts essays and stories about living Homeward at amybaiklee.com. She lives in Colorado with her husband and two daughters. <li class='et_pb_social_media_follow_network_57 et_pb_social_icon et_pb_social_network_link et-social-facebook'><a href='https://www.facebook.com/AmyBaikLee' class='icon et_pb_with_border' title='Follow on Facebook' target="_blank"><span class='et_pb_social_media_follow_network_name' aria-hidden='true' >Follow<li class='et_pb_social_media_follow_network_58 et_pb_social_icon et_pb_social_network_link et-social-instagram'><a href='https://www.instagram.com/amybaiklee/' class='icon et_pb_with_border' title='Follow on Instagram' target="_blank"><span class='et_pb_social_media_follow_network_name' aria-hidden='true' >Follow<li class='et_pb_social_media_follow_network_59 et_pb_social_icon et_pb_social_network_link et-social-rss'><a href='https://www.amybaiklee.com/' class='icon et_pb_with_border' title='Follow on RSS' target="_blank"><span class='et_pb_social_media_follow_network_name' aria-hidden='true' >Follow I See a Light by Matthew Clark  &nbsp; I see a light, I see a light  Like a spear thrust through gloom  I hear a voice I hear a voice  Like a song in the middle of the field of war  &nbsp; I see a table, I see a table Set for the hungry in their time of need  I feel a touch a gentle touch  Brush like a breeze in the desert heat  &nbsp; CHORUS With all my strength I turned my face And found you were facing me, facing me  You saw me naked there when my shame fell round my feet, fell round my feet  &nbsp; I hear a song, I hear a song  Kindled in my stricken heart  I learned a dance, I learned a dance  And a music I’d not known to look for  &nbsp; I nearly gave up, I nearly gave up  So great the flood of evil that arose  But then the tide turned and I heard laughter  The Only Unconfused One comes to judge  ©2022 Matthew Clark, Path in the Pines Music, ASCAP The post S4:E17 &#8211; Only the Lover Sings: Amy Baik Lee, &#8220;The Sound of Eucatastrophe&#8221; appeared first on Matthew Clark.