A Sigh For You- 2021 (Bedroom Demo #225) (Patreon)

A Sigh For You
from the album Fearful Symmetry

Written by Terry Scott Taylor Taylor


A sigh for you rides the wind
A cry for you rides the wind
Seeking a world of ten thousand years
A thousand tears I cry

A sigh for you sails the sea
A cry for you sails the sea
Ghost ships that ride on the haunted deep
In passion's sleep I

Drown in the tears of my brokenness
Then my love walks on the sea
Of my sorrow

A sigh for you breaks my heart
A cry for you breaks my heart
Heaven to heal every misery
Each memory - I'm

Lost in a maze of my fallenness
'Til my love's slain on a tree
Casting my shadow

A sigh for you rides the wind
A cry for you rides the wind
Seeking a world of ten thousand years
A thousand tears I cry (I would die for you)

A sigh for you
A sigh for you
A sigh for you rides the wind

guitar and vocals: T.S.Taylor

note:

For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the

will of the one who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be liberated

from its bondage to decay and brought into the freedom and glory of the

children of God.

We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth

right up to the present time. Not only so, but we ourselves , who have the first fruits

of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption to sonship, the

redemption of our bodies.

Romans 8: 20-23

For this corruptible must put on incorruptibility, and this mortal must put on

immortality.

1Corinthians 15:53

Longing, pining, desire, hankering: all synonyms related to a deep yearning in the soul, often for something illusive, intangible and, (whether we’re aware of it or not), something lying beyond the confines of mere physical experience i.e. something transcendent.

The Apostle Paul tells us, in so many words, that not only we, but the entire created enterprise (nature itself), is groaning with the desire to, at last, shrug off these ragged clothes of corruptibility and put on new suits and gowns of incorruptible immortality.

In 2020, a year seemingly custom built for the express purpose of exposing the fragility of living life as fallen people in a fallen world, I would guess that if you’re anything like me, you’ve been doing a great deal of groaning lately, both audibly and, no doubt, unconsciously. In fact, the world’s groaning has become a roar, and without knowing where any of this is leading, I am convinced of this: God is not deaf or indifferent to this roar’s desperate, agonized immediacy.

St. Paul tells us that the inaudible groanings he is referencing (something like the distressed mumblings of a sleeping man in the midst of a deeply troubling dream), are miraculously transformed by the Holy Spirit into beautiful, coherently expressed petitions to our Lord. The muttered pleas of the desperate drunkard, the blunt, unadorned request of a child, the fear-driven bargaining of a foxhole soldier; all reconstructed into words no less potent or succinct than The Lord’s Prayer itself. We may take great comfort in this.

“Groaning” perhaps would have more accurately expressed the sentiment I was attempting to articulate in “A Sigh For You,” but I don’t need to tell you how, in obvious ways, (poetic and otherwise), “A Groan For You” is, well, let’s just say, unacceptable.