I'D BE FREE
by: Nancy G
THINKING ABOUT THE TIMES WHEN I NEED YOU
CUZ THE YEARS FELL BY DAY TO DAY
DREAMED OF THE PLACE I'D SEE YOU
BUT ALL I HAVE ARE THE WORDS ONLY I CAN SAY
FLOWING WITH THE CLOUDS AND NO DESTINY
ONLY ONE'S ON THIS ROAD ARE JUST LIKE ME
BUT I COULD HEAR YOUR VOICE IN THE WIND CALL
ONLY TO REMIND ME OF MY FREEDOM FALL
BECAUSE OF MY WILD SPIRIT IN ME
THOUGHT IF I COULD FLY I'D BE FREE
I'D BE FREE AND YOU WOULD WAIT FOR ME
I'D BE FREE, FELT IF I COULD FLY I'D BE FREE
I'D BE FREE
FUNNY ABOUT LOVE'S MYSTERY
THAT OLD FLAME DEEP INSIDE NEVER DIED IN ME
THIS BIRD, THIS BIRD HAS FLOWN
LEAVING BEHIND THE ONLY LOVE I'VE EVER KNOWN
BECAUSE OF MY WILD SPIRIT IN ME
THOUGHT IF I COULD FLY I'D BE FREE
BUT THE LOVE I REALLY NEEDED I COULD NOT SEE
I'D BE FREE, FELT IF I COULD FLY I'D BE FREE
I'D BE FREE
THINKING ABOUT THE TIMES WHEN YOUR EYES TOLD ME
WITH ALL OF YOUR LOVE DEEP INSIDE YOU WOULD HOLD ME
BUT
BECAUSE OF MY WILD SPIRIT IN ME
THOUGHT IF I COULD FLY I'D BE FREE
I'D BE FREE AND YOU WOULD WAIT FOR ME
I'D BE FREE, FELT IF I COULD FLY I'D BE FREE
I'D BE FREE
I'D BE FREE
I'D BE FREE
I'D BE FREE
BRUISED HEARTS, BROKEN HEARTS & LOVE'S COMFORTED HEARTS
I read a little book called "Streams in the Desert". Sometimes one of these daily readings really gets me deep down inside my heart of hearts...this reading did...
"Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south, blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out!"
Look at the meaning of that prayer a moment. It's root is found in the fact that, as delicious odors may lie latent in a spice tree, so graces may lie unexercised and undeveloped in a Christian's heart.
Sometimes God sends severe blasts of trial upon His children to develop their graces.
Just as torches burn most brightly when swung to and fro; just as the juniper plant smells sweetest when flung into the flames; so the richest qualities of a Christian often come out under the north wind of suffering and adversity. Bruised hearts often emit the fragance that God loves to smell...
"I HAD A TINY BOX, A PERCIOUS BOX
OF HUMAN LOVE-MY SPIKENARD OF GREAT PRICE;
I KEPT IT CLOSE WITHIN MY HEART OF HEARTS,
AND SCARCE WOULD LIFT THE LID LEST IT SHOULD WASTE
IT'S PERFUME ON THE AIR.
ONE DAY A STRANGE DEEP SORROW CAME WITH CRUSHING WEIGHT, AND
FELL AND BROKE THE BOX TO ATOMS. ALL MY HEART ROSE IN DISMAY
AND SORROW AT THIS WASTE, BUT AS I MOURNED, BEHOLD
A MIRACLE OF GRACE DEVINE.
MY HUMAN LOVE WAS CHANGED TO HEAVEN'S OWN, AND POURED IN
HEALING STREAMS ON OTHER BROKEN HEARTS, WHILE SOFT AND
CLEAR A VOICE ABOVE ME WHISPERED,
"CHILD OF MINE, WITH COMFORT WHERE WITH THOU ARE COMFORTED,
FROM THIS TIME FORTH, GO COMFORT OTHERS, AND THOU SHALT KNOW
BLEST FELLOWSHIP WITH ME,
WHOSE "BROKEN HEART OF LOVE" HATH HEALED THE WORLD."
If you listen to my songs you will know I am of a broken and contrite spirit...
The above words tell me if I need comfort in my broken heart, then I need to go
and comfort other broken hearts to receive my comfort from my bruised heart...
That's what i try to do in the songs I write and perform...
HEARTMUSIC IS MY SOUND OF MY HEART
Peace in your heart of hearts,
Nancy G
