My Sweet Lord

Billy Preston:My Sweet Lord sélectionné dans Musique et Rock / Pop

I love this song, specifically this version with Billy Preston singing. Pushing all the intentions of George Harrison aside and the multi-religious nature of some of the lyrics...I personally listen to the yearning, familiar way the song speaks to my Lord and seems to plead with Him in a very personal way for more of Him. There is a melancholy tone that feels to me like the sadness of yearning for something good, but something not to be fully grasped at this time. Good things come and go and are never what we would like them to be, so the hope of something that is so ultimately fulfilling...well, it is hard to imagine and hard to be patient. It is, for me, tiring and wearing to the point of giving up and being exhausted, and I sense this in the song. And yet there is an underlying joy, a hope of...could this really be what will tie all the loose chords together? The thing that won't tease with a satisfaction that eventually always fails? But the song pleads with my sweet Lord, personally expressing a desire, a need for more of Him in an "I can hardly wait, Lord", or even an "I am tired of waiting, Lord". This personal and familiar manner in speaking to God makes me think of how we are told to approach God as Abba, Father, a most incredibly, intimate relationship.

More and more I realize that He is exactly what is missing in everything in life, and yet He can be so elusive and distant. Not a unique experience to myself, but one that I think even Jesus surely must have felt in some manner during His life. Jesus truly left His throne, His Father, left the place where He had all that He should have and came to a place where He met rejection, homelessness, hatred, betrayal and finally murder.

"My God, why hast thou forsaken me?" He cries. And there is where Jesus experienced the heart of His suffering in our place, forsaken by His own Father, referring to Him in the way that we might, calling Him "My God". He is cast out of His familial position, His status revoked. Bad for Him, but good for us, because where He experiences being cut-off from what is rightfully His, we experience adoption into a family which we rightfully do not belong.

As God becomes Abba, Father...Jesus becomes my sweet Lord and my yearning for more echoes His own cry, but in joy and hope over what He has done. And the elder brother of the world welcomes us home...we can hardly wait...we are tired of waiting, my sweet Lord.