One more night, the song. I used to listen to this in the car going to hockey games with my dad. Life can feel like fragments of good things. It can treat you like most of your decisions lead to sorrow, so why continue on? Why build a life of sorrow that will just end in death? Solomon had this attitude in the book of Ecclesiastes. He concluded that everything is vanity and chasing after the wind. I refuse to believe that this life is meaningless, but it is the sensation that it is that drives our irony and leads us to make false conclusions about our purpose. Some people just need one more night. One more miracle or one more encounter with a good God. I know I am always on the edge of waiting for something better, but I count it all as God being near.
The edge was presented as safety
The orange town color of your hair
Was presented really clear,
Meadows of grass with you,
Life in the purview,
Nothing better than being together,
God, you were beautiful and You had
The Ocean with me,
God, those Friday nights in college
With the collage of love, You made it
Real clear, there is nowhere where man
Is a lost cause,
One more night after that driveway talk
After that drive away walk,
After another sleepless night
After Rita Springer sang to a stranger
After dad was in the other room,
Always waiting for us to fall asleep
One more memory of everything good
I do not yet know sorrow, I need mercy
To borrow,
Hell is a mystery, feels like its just below
Feels like everyone’s burning real slow
Feels like I need one more night to settle
The score, feels like I want one more chance
To find some romance, feels like no one really
Can for who defines love anyway?
Am I just grasping and never really asking?
You paced in that plexiglass of a room
I saw all that You could consume
I saw all my closest friends really change,
Change into something better, something
Greater, yet one more night to get it right,
One more night to say good-bye to a past
Life, one more memory for love’s mystery
I too am lovesick,
I too have no clue sometimes,
I too have to many facts in my head
And not enough dreaded days of holding
Onto Your promises, like that doubting
Thomas, I too must see the scars, see the
Stars, see just how real You really are?
I too feel it all the time,
How much things change
How it feels to live for the loose change
And for one more night to do a
Rewrite, we are where we are
And it all seems to matter
One more night, Lord Jesus,
One more night to get rid of
Fear and to hear You real clear
