Waiting For My Day

I used to post a lot of songs on my blog, back in the day. Most of them were good songs. And they always had a point. I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, and yes, feeling a lot of things I haven't been feeling lately.

Much to the chagrin of some friends, I might be pulling away and heading in a bit of a different direction. And, as we humans are wont to do, when we get to feeling happy and lucky and all that jazz, we tend to like to remember God. As bad as that may sound, I think it is true for most of us - we blame God for bad stuff and thank him for good stuff. Regardless of reasons - let's not forget it's Commercial Christmas time, either - I've been in a bit of a spiritual mindset lately.

Along with many of the other things going on in my life, head, heart, and etc., this song that I'd like to share has been in my head, ears, heart, and etc. a lot lately. I think it fits quite nicely. It's by a not-so-well-known-anymore singer/songwriter named Jason Harrod, who always slays me with his songs. He's become more and more an influence the more and more I listen. And this song begs me to listen. And I do.


Mothers and children all around on a Monday morning,
The air is cool and clear.
I am too alone to be part of this suburban scene.
I am just an observer here.

I'm sitting here thinking, "Is this my inheritance?"
This dusty gypsy atmosphere,
This dust I'm breathing in is someone else's skin, not mine.
I grew up far from here.

Today I answered some primal call.
Found myself looking at the sea.
I can never get enough of this big ocean loud and rough
With the sighing sifting melody.

Right here is beauty like I have never known,
And I'm carefully placed here, not some cast away,
But I'm weary and aching for my home,
And I'm waiting for my day.

Longing in starlight,
I'm too stricken to move, too impatient to sit,
At the same time strong and weak.
I am loved enough to be part of this eternal scene.
Thus I am bold enough to speak.

And I say, "I used to read the Bible saying,
'This I know, this I know, this I no longer know,
This I no longer really care.'"
What's that matter anyway, that was yesterday.
Tonight I have belief to spare.
So much belief that I get scared, yeah.

Right here is beauty like I have never known,
And I'm carefully placed here, not some cast away,
But I'm weary and aching for my home,
And I'm waiting for my day.