Birds In A Storm

December 3, 2010

God is everywhere. I have always known this. This fact has been instilled in me since early Sunday school days and yet I am still figuring out what that means. One of my very favorite things is finding worship in things, song, pictures, the like, that were not originally intended to be worship. I love the idea that God can and is speaking through everything. My favorite example of this as of late is a wonderful and vulnerable song by an artist name Ronnie Day.

I have always been a fan of this guy. I listened to his music all through high school and, cliche as it may sound, his songs got me through some hard stuff. But I never saw it as worship. Then Ronnie disappeared off the music scene for a bit. His record label dropped him, he lost his touring gigs and he lost people in his life. He didn’t keep his fans updated over twitter or facebook. He was just gone. I just assumed that his time in the music scene had come and gone until I was scrolling through facebook a few months ago and saw a post from him. He explained that he hit rock bottom. He turned to drugs and alcohol and anything else that seemed to sustain. And nothing worked. Needless to say, I was super anxious to see how this season had affected his music.

Now I don’t know what Ronnie believes. I have no idea if he knows Christ, or even wants to. But I do know that when I first heard his newest song, the first song that he wrote after his ordeal, I was led to worship. I can’t hear the song without seeing God laced all throughout it. Through his art, I can see transformation and I can see where God has worked and will continue to.

The song has been on repeat recently and probably will continue to while I am in this season of loss and confusion. The song didn’t have to say the name of God once. It didn’t have to use the word “worship”. And yet, God used it. God will use it. I like the way my God works. A lot.

Birds In A Storm

By: Ronnie Day

Oh fallen friends
Where have you gone to?
Did you see the world?
Did she break you down?
Or was she kind to you?
And of all those things
Those simple dreams
We thought would carry us through
Did a single one come true for you?

We never got older
We just lost our dreams
Like birds in a storm
Hid them away from the rain
But summer will come and
We’ll open our wings, yeah
We will learn to fly again, I know
We will learn to try again.

Then, I knew this guy
Thought himself a songsmith
And he worked most his life
Just to see how far along he could get
He couldn’t catch a break
So one day he just
Packed up and he quit and
Has ever since regretted it.

But he never got older
He just lost his dream
Like birds in a storm
Hid it away from the rain
But summer will come and
He’ll open his wings, yeah
He will learn to fly again, I know
He will learn to try again.

Then, I knew this girl
And she was my lover
And every chance I’d see
Was a chance I’d sieze
To kiss and hug her
But hugs aren’t enough
When love isn’t love
And she left for another and
For months and months we both suffered.

But we never got older

We just lost our dream
Like birds in a storm
Hid it away from the rain
But summer will come and
We’ll open our wings, yeah
We will learn to fly again, I know
We will learn to try again.

But then that night comes
When we all must sleep
And even dreams can’t be dreamed
And ever breath can’t be breathed
But we will learn to fly again
Up from under the ground
We will make our ascent
We will learn to fly again
In the end.

 

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