Couldn't resist the temptation to hear 'n see Woven hand once more in little, spoiled Belgium. We offered up the last day of our vacation in Italy for the show and drove our 5 kids back to Belgium in a 20-hour ride, 'cause mum and dad needed to see David Eugene Edwards in Oudenaarde'...

It became a cavalry through impressive Italian and Swiss mountains, fearing the dark French roads, praying, sweating, suffering, hanging exhausted over the steering wheel, staring into the dark, trying to follow the bullets who pass us from behind ... Antwerp felt so far away ... and Oudenaarde even much further ... as the night passes I got more and more emotional, singing loud with CCR hits, drinking too much caffeine-drinks and getting stoned from it, dazzled by the lightened traffic signs ... and then finally, driving still 85 km/hr! ... Arriving at a Luxemburg filling station, aaahh, clean toilets and a few hours of delirious sleep which gave us new strength, and finally we made it to Antwerp and later that day to Oudenaarde ... and how did David, Ordy (Garrison) and Peter (van Laerhoven) rewarded our strains.

David gave us what we where lookin' for ... He struggled his battle in humility and grace, his voice poured out a sea of fear and drew a painting of strength and glory by the redeemer ... his guitar coloured the darkness with the precious blood of the Son.

A great, powerful pillar of praise rose above the Belgian sky, right into heaven, and how the Lord smiled by this offering of words and music! The Holy Ghost gave oil on my tongue and I sang out, my body danced and shaked as the Morning Star shined his light in my heart ... our thirst got quenched, our desires got fed ... .

After the gig we left the festival, for us, there was only emptiness in the music we heard on our way out ... and we smiled, as we try to live: smiling, depending on God, cause I was blind and now I see, I was cripple and now I jump, I was poor and now I'm rich.

Thank you Woven Hand.

By Peter