A feature in USA Today this week caught my attention. They highlighted a lip dub video from Broken Arrow High School in Oklahoma. The 2017 video is a sequal to the school’s lip dub video that went viral in 2015.
Ordinarily I probably wouldn’t really care about such things. I may admire the artistry and the work that went into it, but after a viewing it’s likely I wouldn’t give it another thought. But this is different. Broken Arrow High School holds a special place in my heart. My family moved to Broken Arrow just before I started high school. I went to Broken Arrow High School for my Freshman and Sophomore years of high school; before our family moved to Nashville for my final two years of high school.
Though I did not graduate from BA, at least a part of me will always be a Broken Arrow Tiger.
Here is the link to the 2015 USA Today article highlighting the original video.
Weak from the journey, the long travelling days/ Hungry to worship, to join in the praise/ Shock mad with anger that burned on His face/ As He entered the wasteland of that barren place
And the Lamb is a Lion who’s roaring with rage/At the empty religion that’s filling their days/ They’ll flee from the hug of the Carpenter’s strong arm/ And come to know the scourging anger of the Lord
Priests and the merchants demanded some proof/ For their hearts were hardened and blind to the Truth/ But Satan’s own law is to sell and to buy/ But God’s only way is to give and to die
– Repeat Chorus-
The noise and confusion gave way to His word At last sacred silence so God could be heard…
Life is a song we must sing with our days/A poem with meaning more than words can say/A painting with colors no rainbow can tell/A lyric that rhymes either heaven or hell
We are living letters that doubt desecrates/We’re the notes of the song of the chorus of faith/God shapes every second of our little lives/And minds every minute as the universe waits by
CHORUS: The pain and the longing/The joy and the moments of light/Are the rhythm and rhyme/The free verse of the poem of life
So look in the mirror and pray for the grace/To tear off the mask, see the art of your face/Open your ear lids to hear the sweet song/Of each moment that passes and pray to prolong
Your time in the ball of the dance of your days/Your canvas of colors of moments ablaze/With all that is holy/With the joy and the strife/With the rhythm and rhyme of the poem of your life/With the rhythm and rhyme of the poem of your life
Come, worship the Lord
For we are His people, the flock that He shepherds
Come, let us sing to the Lord
And shout with joy to the Rock who saves us
Let us come with thanksgiving
And sing joyful songs to the Lord
The Lord is God, a mighty God
The great King o’er all the gods
He holds in His hands the depths of the earth
And the highest mountains as well
He made the sea; it belongs now to Him
The dry land, too, was formed by His hand
Come, let us bow down in worship
Bending the knee before the Lord our Maker
For we are His people
We are the flock that He shepherds