I feel like the weight of the world is all crashing down on me
Does a song ever smack you in the face with intense joy and wonderment? Does a song ever do this repeatedly?
And some how I just don't believe this is how it is supposed to be
They say music can reach farther than a word ever can. I believe who ever they are because this happens to me time and time again.
And all this expectation on the way I'm supposed to live
That's why musicals make so much sense to me! OF COURSE they are randomly singing the same song at the same time even though they don't know each other and have never learnt the song before! That is what life should be! I try this with my husband but we end up singing totally different songs and never start at the same time. He doesn't even fall in step with my movements.
Becomes my minds distraction with nothing left to give.
Does a song ever make you move? I don't mean 'make' in the sense that it's your choice, I mean MAKE you move. Your limbs can't help but do a little Shakira (as my friend Kristen does better than any white woman I've seen!), or a little arm wave and foot pop with your walker.
You said your burden is light and your load is no more,
I learnt dance at college and basked in the chance to explore in that area. Last night a song came on my playlist that I had created a solo dance for a few years ago, so I tried to show my husband what an amazing choreographer I was...I won't describe the scene as I fell incredibly short.
You said Your words are right and in You I will soar!
Sometimes a song sneaks up on me that makes me burst into tears. Sometimes a song comes on that makes me bow my head and whisper the words as a prayer. Often a song comes on that makes me sing at the top of my lungs. Sometimes a song comes on that makes me run to close our curtains because I can't stop the brilliant movements that are coming!
"I want to be free
Free to dance and free to sing
Free to live and love and free
Oh, free to be me."
In every place I've lived till now I have happened upon a 'special spot.' My parents live right beside a train track and on the other side of the tracks was a small valley that I followed until I found a secluded area of bushes, a stream and beautiful quiet.
I feel like my heart is being beat down into the ground
In England I hopped a fence just feet from my room at the college, ran through a field of sheep, jumped another fence and spent hours in an enclosed Eden with a stream and trees upon trees.
In You I'm longing for some peace to be found.
In Austria there was a river not far from the school and I happened upon a perfect spot to be alone right beside the rolling waters.
I know the heaviness that's making me cold
At camp back home was another stream that I claimed as mine and at Rosebud I would sit on top of the train trestle dangling my legs over the Rosebud River.
Is stealing my youthful soul and making me old.
In every spot I would journal, pray, read and often sing. In those spots I was free. I was me. It was God and myself and He has no expectations for He knows me. He truly knows me. I am free in Him. With Him I can dance, with Him I can sing. With Him, I can live.
This one simple statement gave me so much comfort days ago- "He holds us in His arms."
When I think of that I don't see us as being stationary. Just like my dad can't help but spin me around and do a little jive whenever I am in his arms, I know that while God is holding me, we are spinning around a grand dance floor.
You said your burden is light and your load is no more
You said your ways are right and in you I will soar.
(Lyrics from "Free" by Shawn Mcdonald)
