
"Who I've sworn to be
a promise in pencil
that years have made so hard to read.
I've spent my life building walls
brick by brick and bruise by bruise...
a birdcage religion that whispered me to sleep.
but time is spinning silk
that coils ruthlessly;
with the devil's patience,
it binds my hands so quietly
that soon it becomes a part of me
so soften these edges and straighten out my tie.
and help me remember
the hope that I have compromised
Please be a broken record for me"
Sleeping at Last Song "Birdcage Religion"
These guys are really good, you should check them out if you haven't yet! Anywho, I got their CD on Friday at a concert I went to, and the song above really hit me...it pretty much explains exactly what I have been feeling for the passed few days.
Let's take this line by line...lines 1-3:
"Who I've sworn to be, a promise in pencil, that years have made so hard to read."
The promise I have made to God...a promise to make Christ the center of my life, to actively follow His teachings and truth...a promise to give of myself freely as Christ gave His life for me, with a humbleness only counteracted by the fulfillment of Christ in my life...not of works, but of GRACE... Is this promise temporarily written in pencil? Has it been distorted throughout my life as I constantly work to fulfill my selfish desires? Unfortunately...YES...
Lines 4-6:
"I've spent my life building walls, brick by brick and bruise by bruise...a birdcage religion that whispered me to sleep."
Somewhere along the line, I think most of my life in fact, I have built walls. These are walls that separate me from the outside world, walls that I have put it place to be my safety net. It is, in a way, my own personal defense I have made for myself so that I no longer experience hurt in times of trouble. It's my birdcage, keeping me safe from harm but at the cost of an immense feeling of isolation and loneliness. Also, when I think of a birdcage, I think of the ultimate purpose of it. Not only does it keep a bird in a safe environment, but it also serves to put the bird on display. Thus, it follows that "birdcage religion" would be (a) building up walls, keeping others from coming in (b) saying or doing what you think is right because that's what you feel you are supposed to do, because you are on display and under the scrutiny of others. Like the song says, it is very easy to fall asleep, to simply rest in the works of it all as well as the isolation as a result of the walls. We can be asleep for so long and not even realize it. I've been asleep. Now that I've woken up, I am struck by an enormous sense of guilt and disgust at my ugly heart. It's like I've woken up, but I haven't been able to get out of bed. Do you know that feeling? You just want to snooze for a little while longer.
I've been feeling disconnected from God the last few days. I know the answer of how to fix it, seek after Him, jus give it to God. "Let go and let God"... but saying it and knowing it is a lot harder then stepping out of bed and doing it.
Now for the rest of the song, lines 7-15:
I don't want to be bound anymore by the devil wasting my time. I don't want to live my life asleep, I want to be alive and moving and doing...I pray the God will indeed restore the hope that I have compromised within myself, within these walls. Somehow, some way I want this to happen, even if it's like a broken record.... I saw this little boy on the lightrail this morning. He was trying to get his mom's attention, so he said her name over and over and over. The mom was busy listening to her ipod and texting on her phone, but she never actually gave her son the attention he deserved. I don't want to be that mother. I don't want to be so distracted that I won't listen to the constant call of Christ in my life. He is like the little boy, continuously calling my name, waiting for me to listen and respond...maybe that's what it will take to get me out of bed, the broken record of God's call...I pray that I will be able to listen.