Claude Borders

“Creation’s seventh sunrise
We stand before the burning bush of time
The six days were good
But the seventh He called holy
Creation’s seventh sunrise

We wake and go to work six days a week
To struggle with the strain and stress
But the Lords’ provided for the care of our souls
A day of rejoice and rest

Creation’s seventh sunrise
We stand before the burning bush of time
The six days were good
But the seventh He called holy
Creation’s seventh sunrise

Come see a sanctuary made of time
Come speak forgotten words of prayer
It calls us, “Come away from your dissonant days”
“Come out and breathe the garden air.” (leave your worries there)

Creation’s seventh sunrise
We stand before the burning bush of time
The six days were good
But the seventh He called holy
Creation’s seventh sunrise

And the promise of that rest still stands
To all who would be free
And though we might be bound by time
We can taste Eternity”
― Michael Card, Michael Card - Soul Anchor

“Behind every specific call, whether it is to teach or preach or write or encourage or comfort, there is a deeper call that gives shape to the first: the call to give ourselves away - the call to die.”
― Michael Card, The Walk: The Life-Changing Journey of Two Friends

“But our wounds are part of who we are...and there is nothing left to chance....And pain's the pen that writes the songs....That call us forth to dance”
― Michael Card

“Cool morning shadows sadly shift across the floor
Each time we say goodbye it’s harder than before
Even after all the pain of parting still we find
That we must mourn the death of the dreams we leave behind

As I turn my back on all that means the most to me
The sounds and smells, the light that dances on the sea
The greatest gamble is to act on the belief
That only the slave who leaves it all is truly free

The sacrifice that we both lay before His feet
A thousand moments that belonged to us
That now will never be

By faith we hold a better dream inside our hearts
A time when our family will never have to be apart
Till then we struggle with just what it really means
And we will mourn the death of our beautiful dreams
Mourn the death of our beautiful dreams”
― Michael Card, A Fragile Stone: The Emotional Life of Simon Peter