I'll Get Up and Fly Away...
a great line from a robert hunter lyric (who, if you haven't guessed already, is one of my favorite lyricists) about a man down on his luck.
things were once good for him...he had a sweet heart--who was (and is, he's sure) true to him. but things didn't turn out the way he planned.
he was jailed for a crime he did not commit and spent nearly half of his life in jail... "the other half found me stumblin' around drunk on burgandy wine". then,
*w/ great gospel music feel*
"but i'll get back on my feet some day..."
the song is about disappointment and hope...disappointment that life didn't turn out as he planned and the hope that some day "the good Lord willing, if He says i may" he'll get a new start as soon as he cleans up his act.
i suppose the implicit message is that August West (the character's name) is somewhat with out hope...he isn't going to change and his girl has not been "true to him". he lives in the fantasy of "if only"...you've heard the story b4 and so have i. it is sad.
but you, O saint of God (yes, you--i am talking to you), are not august west. you are His child, adopted into His family and the object of His mercy and love. you serve the living God who makes all things new and gives "beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness".
take Him up on His offer.
things were once good for him...he had a sweet heart--who was (and is, he's sure) true to him. but things didn't turn out the way he planned.
he was jailed for a crime he did not commit and spent nearly half of his life in jail... "the other half found me stumblin' around drunk on burgandy wine". then,
*w/ great gospel music feel*
"but i'll get back on my feet some day..."
the song is about disappointment and hope...disappointment that life didn't turn out as he planned and the hope that some day "the good Lord willing, if He says i may" he'll get a new start as soon as he cleans up his act.
i suppose the implicit message is that August West (the character's name) is somewhat with out hope...he isn't going to change and his girl has not been "true to him". he lives in the fantasy of "if only"...you've heard the story b4 and so have i. it is sad.
but you, O saint of God (yes, you--i am talking to you), are not august west. you are His child, adopted into His family and the object of His mercy and love. you serve the living God who makes all things new and gives "beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness".
take Him up on His offer.
posted by PMike. | 12:41
2 Comments:
When? the spirit of heaviness seems to cling a little too long these days and the future holds little promise of change. I love God, trust that He has my best interest at hand but...the days are weary and the battles are endless often without resolution. His word rings hollow in my ears as of late.
would you please tell me about it?
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