fly again

Around the same time of The Crisis, our church had a concert. The band Salvador came and rocked the house (of God). For those of you not familiar with Salvador (as I was not before that concert) they are a "latin jam band" according to their website. And they are very good at what they do.

Oh geeze, the scandinavians in the crowd didn't know what to do with Salvador's brand of funkyness. By the end of the extremely musically amazing jam session, the audience began to warm up and clap along (while seated, don'tcha know). No wonder no one chooses to make live album recordings in Minnesota. You betcha they don't.


I was especially enthralled by the transformation of the older gentleman sitting in front of me. At the beginning of the concert, a young mom who grew up in a decidedly less reserved part of the country stood up with a kid on her hip and another one at her feet and was enjoying the jam session dancing with her kids.

This tanned grandpa, who was dressed as if he was attending a wedding not a concert, cupped his mouth and said to her "sit down! there's people behind you who want to see!" Not to be deterred, the young mother just moved over to the empty side section and spent the duration of the concert on her feet.

And I am very happy to say that by the end of the concert, the old man himself was on his feet more often than he was on his butt.

Through the course of the concert I reconsidered my decision to study German as many of the songs were in Spanish. (I lived in Germany, though, so I'll give myself a break. Still, the latin music was so much fun I briefly regretted that my parents hadn't felt called to a latin culture only so that I could experience the liveliness of the music. Polka bands just don't compare.)

There was one song that pierced my heart that night and has every time I've heard it since. It's not a coincidence that I found this song, this band, at the time of The Crisis.

FLY AGAIN

Remember the days when it used to be
I was the one living out my dreams
Whatever happened to that great big smile
When did it not become my style

Life started breaking me down, making me doubt
Who I was in Your love
Life started breaking me down, making me doubt
Who I was in Your love


Chorus:

So Lord help me fly again
Help me to breathe again
I just need Your hand, I just need Your hand
Lifting me up within

So Lord help me fly again
Teach me to breathe again
I just need Your hand, I just need Your hand
Lifting me up within
I wanna fly again

Remind me of the way it used to feel
When we were face to face and it was so real
Speaking volumes never using words
When did I forget to put this first

Life started breaking me down, making me doubt
Who I was in Your love
Life started breaking me down, making me doubt
Who I was in Your love

Chorus

So Lord help me fly again
Help me to breathe again
I just need Your hand, I just need Your hand
Lifting me up again
I wanna fly again

Lord help me fly again
Teach me to hope again
I just need Your hand, I just need Your hand
Lifting me up again

Lord help me fly again
Teach me to hope again
I just need Your hand, I just need Your hand
Lifting me up again

So Lord help me fly again
Teach me to live again
I just need Your hand, I just need Your hand
Lifting me up within

I want to fly again
Teach me to live again
I just need Your hand, I just need Your hand
Lifting me up within

I wanna fly again
I want to fly again