Babel On

Dr. Mike Hyde, optometrist from The Woodlands, Texas, came to Dubai last week to minister at Sonapur labor camp. Mike is an incredible testimony of God's grace. Since his pursuit of following Christ last November, Mike discovered/received a new talent - the gift of song writing. He has written 18 songs since last November!

Make it 19. He forwarded me his latest work today and with his permission, I've posted it for you below. I haven't heard the tune yet but the lyrics - summing up his experience in Dubai - are stunning. The song title is an obvious play on words. Dubai is trying to build the world's tallest building, The Burj Dubai - dubbed by many as the modern day Tower of Babylon. By the way, the picture below shows the structure now 109 stories tall. Projected height is about 160 stories but the exact height has not been unveiled yet. Projected completion date is Fall 2008.

Thanks Mike! Keep using your gifts bro!




Babel On

The wise man built on solid rock but this nation rose from shifting sand
Through sweat and blood, mire and mud, the towers climb on backs of man
The poorest poor pay the price but no one stops to count the cost
The lonely cries from Sonapor that mourns for hope that’s all but lost

Chorus:
Pierce this shroud of darkness in the burning sand as we
Babel on, Babel on
Lead us to deliverance in this foreign land as we
Babel on, Babel on
The clock is winding down now it’s the final stand as we
Babel on, Babel on
Reach down in this place and touch the broken soul of man, why do we
Babel on, Babel on?

Covered in a thick veneer, religion’s the façade
We worship at the temple bank, our Money is our God
Amusement parks and tennis stars, they’re golfing in the sand
So once again were gathered here to test the strength of man
Were from every corner of the globe to execute the plan
To build the Tower Babel, to the heavens now it stands
But we’ve become slave drivers and abusing “lesser men”
We’ve got one hand in a pot of gold and a whip in the other hand

Wading through the Sea of Humanity as one by one the tide brings in more
Arabic, Hendi, Telegu, from Africa to the Far East too
They wash up here on desperation’s shore
Tucked outside the City, work camps out of sight,
People seen but never heard or learning of their plight
With a landfill on the left, a cemetery on the right
Treat them like trash throughout the day, and bury bodies here at night