Sometimes a song is a weapon, even if you can't sing very well. So if you need to, sing, and don't worry about how it sounds. :-)
The rain that rakes the ocean span The sun that breaks and warms the land The bows that bound from cliff to cliff The grass that greens the stone and sand The bells that ring in the tower clock The swallows that sing to the swooping flock And circle the mast of the sailing skiff All hallow the Maker of Castle RockWhen the waves march in and beat the brow Of the headland stones I remember how In the summer we stood on the windy dune As the daylight broke and we made the vow To return to Castle Rock someday No matter how far was our home away We would go there together and sing a tune To sound of the bells in the light of the moon For the praise of the Maker who gave us the boon Of the summer we spent on the northern bay —From chapter 70, "The Crags at Castle Rock."
Did you have a favorite excerpt this week? Post it in the comments! And once you're done with that, come hang out in the forum with us. There are a couple of new discussions as of today.This is the last weekend of Andrew's release tour for The Burning Edge of Dawn. He's got two shows in Indiana and one in Tennessee. If he'll be near you, go see him! And if you miss him, don't worry; Behold the Lamb of God starts up on December 2. :-)