We wake in the night in the womb of the world
We beat our fists on the door
We cannot breathe in this sea that swirls
So we groan in this great darkness
For deliverance
Deliverance, O Lord
One line that particularly sticks out to me comes close to the end, "we cannot sing with these broken lungs." It might not mean a lot to you, but I absolutely love to sing, and one of the ways I can tell that this illness is still hanging on is that I haven't been able to sing for months. So while I listen to others sing and long to do so myself, I groan with all of creation.
Anyway... enough from me... listen to Andrew Peterson! I think this song will appeal to more readers than the last video I posted :)
"We wake in the night in the womb of the world
ReplyDeleteWe beat our fists on the door"
Reminds me of a certain analogy... ;)