Fly Away

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One night as I was tinkering on my keyboard the chorus and melody of this song simply showed up in my head. It’s based on Psalm 90:10 and the mystical ideas involving the flight of a soul after death.

As spring rolled into summer, I added a verse about the many unloved children who are lost in the system. For some reason, the image of a little boy, longing to be part of a loving family was blazed on my mind.

Later, another verse was added, based off a mission’s trip to the Dominican Republic by close personal friends. It is a country where sex trafficking and hopelessness are the staples of life.

The final verse came to me during a visit to a family friend dying of lung cancer, the same journey my grandfather made two years ago. No matter how long I live, I’ll never forget their desperate, futile battles to breath and to live.

Psalm 90:10 says this:

“The years of our life are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty; yet their span is but toil and trouble; they are soon gone, and we fly away.”

tumblr_m5rqc1bWyI1qgztngo1_500But where does the Spirit fly?

Some would say Heaven, and others into a deep sleep. I don’t know. Yet, if our souls truly do fly away like the birds, then perhaps, like the birds, we too will fly away from winter and the hardships of life.

We’ll lift up our wings and soar toward the sun and towards a place where the death’s cold grip cannot reach.

A place of undying summer in God’s glorious warmth.

So fly away, fly away little one,

Toward the light of an undying sun.

Where dreams are unending and skies are always gold,

Where Summer never dies.”


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