Levi The Poet - Joy Seekers lyrics

I’ve been trying to paint a picture of
What it must have been like
To see you standing there
Show up to the grave… angel… okay

But, I get these thoughts when I
Start wrestling with your humanity
Was it like the dreams that we have
When a loved one is back
- a loved one long since passed
But there he is
Sitting on a couch or something
Like the equivalent of you eating a fish a
Fish boiled

I mean I know your friends
Were fisherman and everything
I wonder if they would have fallen under
The disapproving gaze of my grandfather
Sitting back in his chair
Staring down his nose


Frowning at "sailor’s mouth?"

Like you walk in the door
(or through the door, or whatever)
And they go, "what the hell?"
And you say, "oh don’t worry about that"
And they go, "oh my God!" and you say, "yes"
And they go, "holy sh "
"Shh, I am hungry, please, give me my fish"

I can’t imagine what it must have been like
For your mom to see you alive her boy
Her God
(And you want to talk about hypostatic union)

Or the places that you chose to show up to
Like the road to Emmaus
Where you interrupted Cleopas
(and maybe his wife?)
And they’re just incredulous to the idea
That you seem to have no idea
What is going on
I guess I’m in good company?
You love to prove us wrong

It’s interesting to me that
The angel asks the
Women who prepared spices for your body
Why they were seeking the
Living among the dead
Seems to me that they’re not the only ones
Excavating empty holes to fill their own

We are all joy seekers
And you make yourself known in
The breaking of bread -
Pointing back to your death
And my heart burns inside of my chest
When you speak

What does it even mean that you
Gave up your last breath
And now you’re standing in a room in flesh?

Did your potentially foul-mouthed
Fishermen friends
Think that they were insane? Was that okay?

Why do you seek the living among the dead?
The son of man must be delivered
Into the hands of sinful men
And on the third day, rise again

Joy seekers
Have you found what you’ve been looking for?
Blood-bought joy faced the torture of what
It took to pay the bride-price
And if the killing of the author of life
Couldn’t extinguish his light
Then nothing will

Joy seekers

Have you found what you’ve been looking for?
Did you find it in peace?
Did you find it in war?
All men seek happiness without exception
Whatever means they employ (or avoid)
They all tend to this end: joy

Seeker, if Pascal was right
And the will never takes even
The smallest step forward
Without that motive in sight -

Did his principle apply to you?

And what would have been the
Difference between the two of us

If Satan had offered me the
World for a head nod? That’s it
Just a little bend at the waist
(ever so slightly)

To forfeit suffering and inherit a kingdom?

Would I have seen those kingdoms as mud pies?
Would I have chosen the slums?

Joy seekers
I confess that true happiness now remains to
Man a mark and empty trace
That I seek after from things absent for
Help I do not presently obtain
(in vain) , but

Joy seekers
I confess that God came after me
And when I wake to find that I have fallen
Asleep for the last time I believe that
Christ’s sacrifice for me satisfied the fury
That should have been breathed out
On a creature far too easily please, d
With ambition and sex and drink
Stacked up against the unblushing promises
Of a holiday at sea

Joy seekers, if you hear his voice today
Do not harden your hearts as in the rebellion
Let them break

No, let them be made whole
No, let it all be one in the same

In joy, our Seeker endured the cross
Despising the shame
And he showed us the marks
Where he absorbed the pain
Maimed in the same hands that leave
Nothing outside of their reign

Let it be explicit: that the
Image of the invisible God

Accomplished exactly what he envisioned -
A rescue mission, a resurrection mission
A redeeming Ademic insurrection mission
A hand outstretched in one direction mission
A sacrificial, irresistible affection mission

Joy-seekers, the cross is cosmic
The earth groans while it wait's
You and I will see it a new Eden one day

Not yet our bodies still remain
Subject to weakness, aging and death, but
We eagerly anticipate
Already born anew to a living hope through
The resurrection of Jesus Christ
From the dead

Joy seekers, still your power grabs
Still your searching

The king is in your midst
A mighty one who will save
He will rejoice over with gladness
He will quiet you by his love
He will exult over you with loud singing

Joy seekers

We’ve been sought after
Completely undeserving and yet
In eternity past, the
Author of life’s story wrote Life’s
Death-to-life into his climactic chapter
And invited a wife into
His storyline to stand
By his side and I’ll never grasp the
Vastness of the fact that the lamb of
God was slaughtered on my behalf
But his resurrection is all I have

His resurrection is all we have
His resurrection is all we need

Jesus, if you’re not alive, call us pitied
Call it off, call it empty

But, if the tomb is empty, call us family
Call us finished
Say that our seeking can cease

Joy seekers, you have found him
You have been found by him you are free