There are many times that my family and I
have been engaged in conversations with people who were...
on the brink.
We have met them there.
Done our best to love
and to share whatever we have had to help them;
to hold them.
All the while knowing that what we have to give is going to fall short of their real need.
The memories below are a reflection of just three of those people; two young men
and a young woman.
Today, I cling to the real hope that they would ultimately be
caught and carried through life by Jesus.
His arms are strong enough.
Sitting there
On the office chair
Almost a man,
This street boy said
If I dive deep
to the ocean floor
Can I just sleep
And breath no more
Will I be safe
Even be forgiven?
Here on the corner:
On the edge of living.
Is the depth of His heart
Really deep as the sea?
Deep as the dark
Always in front of me?
Will someone catch him?
someone keep him?
Anyone willing?
Please, someone try!
Is anyone out there
A catcher in the Rye
Mom and Dad
Let go the apron string
So long ago
With hands too old
Hearts so tired
No hope to hold
Can't keep her warm
In the night so cold
What can you do
With a prodigal daughter
Her face turned away
From the grace
that's been offered
In the absence of light
Feet get heavy
No strength left to fight
Will someone catch her?
someone keep her?
Anyone willing?
Please, Someone try!
Is anyone out there
A catcher in the Rye
Through the door
for just a beat
Then gone again
Down the street
In search of simple
In search of a brother
Where the buses meet
One after another
What can I say?
How can I pray?
For what has been
For what will come
A way, a plan
Nothing trite
An honest hand
A second sight
Will someone catch him?
someone keep him?
Anyone willing?
Please, Someone try!
Is anyone out there
A catcher in the Rye
Oh...
How we need to know
On the day
that we let go
Love above the cost
Bringing together all that's been lost
Will not leave them alone
Will bring them home
You will be
stronger than the lie
You'll be the
Catcher In The Rye
