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Nailing it. As a writer, it’s certainly rewarding when my words match the highest ideal or description of what’s swirling around in my head and heart. Think Lincoln and “The Gettysburg Address.” Old Abe is gone, but the blood that ran through his heart from the fallen now pumps through ours and we owe this to words.

I see my job as an investigative reporter; to snoop around heaven and uncover the most scandalous love of all. As I look out into Autumn’s portrait and the heart behind the palette, I feel woefully inadequate to even brush with such beauty no less describe or define it. Yet, I am compelled to do so.

I lift my I Phone or camera to click another arresting sunrise or portrait of Fall’s out-of-control crayons and I know full well that the photograph will never translate or emote the lens of my soul. I click away anyway. I type as if I’ve got a shot.

Sure, I can simply sit back and enjoy some apple cider and watch some dazzling mixture of colors dance in the wind. But there is a restlessness that is not limited to writers and artists and photographers and presidents. It’s a holy frustration that calls us to paint outside the lines of what’s before us. I think of King David’s haunting search when he almost mournfully pens, “Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me”* or Jeremiah’s lost-his-brakes lament for his duties as the weeping writer: “Then I said, ‘I will not make mention of Him, Nor speak anymore in His name.’ But His word was in my heart like a burning fire shut up in my bones; I was weary of holding it back, and I could not.”**

Holy frustration or not, pick up your pen or laptop or camera or whatever. Because whatever prose or pose you are trying to capture, you will note that it just captured you. Welcome to Investigative Journalism 101.

* Psalm 42:7

**Jeremiah 20:9

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                      SEEING YOUR SONG  

I want to sing You a love song, a psalm just for You

I want to sing You a love song, one that’s fresh and new

Draw me to Your face, Lord, till I see words come alive

I want them to reflect, O God, what is inside…of You and me


But words are poor vehicles for the beauty in my view

How can I do justice to the wonder of You?

Let my heart and its song take flight to Your ears

Let them portray the joy that’s in my tears


O Father, have Your Spirit spread this song like seed

Soften the ground where there once weeds

Take pleasure in Your fields and gardens of souls

Who heard and saw the song and were made whole

© 1999, Robert J. LaCosta

Words & Music by Robert J. LaCosta  •  Published by No Reputation Communications


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