Rich Mullins is probably my all time favourite songwriter and I find it hard to believe that it’s approaching a decade since his death. (Rich was born 11 days before me, for what its worth.) These lyrics of his bubbled up into my conscious just now, from this song.
We are frail
We are fearfully and wonderfully made
Forged in the fires of human passion
Choking on the fumes of selfish rage
And with these our hells and our heavens
So few inches apart
We must be awfully small
And not as strong as we think we are
Had Rich lived, I think he would have been one of the poets of the missional church movement.