"Orphans of God"

Mark Heard's "Orphans Of God" just came up on my playlist. It really struck me, how the lyrics seem to parallel the experience many of us had in GC.

Please understand, God will *never* leave us as orphans; we belong to Him forever. I see "orphans" here as alienation from others - maybe the way GC viewed those who dared to believe the *real* truth. Anyway, here are the lyrics; I hope God speaks to you or moves you in some way through them.

I will rise from my bed with a question again
As I work to inherit the restless wind
The view from my window is cold and obscene
I want to touch what my eyes haven't seen

But they have packaged our virtue in cellulose dreams
And sold us the remnants 'til our pockets are clean
Til our hopes fall 'round our feet
Like the dust and dead leaves
And we end up looking like what we believe

We are soot-covered urchins running wild and unshod
We will always be remembered as the orphans of God

Like bees in a bottle we are flying at fate
Beating our wings against the walls of this place
Unaware that the struggle is the blood of the proof
In choosing to believe the unbelievable truth

But they have captured our siblings and rendered them mute
They've disputed our lineage and poisoned our roots
We have bought from the brokers who have broken their oaths
And we're out on the streets with a lump in our throats

We are soot-covered urchins running wild and unshod
We will always be remembered as the orphans of God
They will dig up these ruins and make flutes of our bones
And blow a hymn to the memory of the orphans of God