Sleeping at Last

I've been listening to this band way too much lately. I'm almost sick of them haha
I love the artwork they have for all their albums and songs and things. It is lovely. Weird coincidence...I looked up the artist who does their stuff, Geoff Benzing, and his art was showcased at Bridgeport Church's First Friday art shows... Bridgeport Church is a small church that some of us visited in Kansas City, MO last December. This church helped give me a vision of things I would like to implement into my own church plant. I really liked the feel of the place, chill and not over the top, and it was on a streetfront, like in downtown whatever city we were in. It was the perfect spot. But going back to First Fridays... The church opens up to the city and showcases local artists in their little sanctuary. Artists, dreamers, believers, nonbelievers, all lovers of art, come and enjoy a night of community and beauty. I find that simply wonderful. Too good.

But anywayy here is Sleeping at Last's January White.
I've started to think about this coming year...What it means for me, what it's going to hold, what resolution I want to make. (I really hate the term "new year's resolution". It needs a new name. A blog more or less about this topic coming soon.)  This song kinda goes along with that I suppose. Enjoy.



So let's press undo.
Rearrange the old and call it new-
January white.

Every calendar is playing the same old trick:
A year will disappear, replaced with counterfeit
But we'll never really mind.

'cause if nothing else, we're given a little time
To change the game, a chance to redefine
Everything we are,
In our January white.

This year is a sealed envelope,
A culmination of hopes,
The lottery result that we've been crossing fingers for.

We could paint our walls a lighter shade of blue,
Or we could pack our bags and change the entire view
To January white.

If nothing else, we're given a little time
To change the heart in which we change our minds;
Our hourglasses turn.

This year is a sealed envelope;
With apprehensive hope
We brace for anything.
I swear, I understand that nothing changes that,
The past will be the past,
But the future is brighter than any flashback.

Well, we could let our guards down a little easier this time,
We could trust that when there's joy, there's nothing dark behind.
In spite of history,
Hope is January white.

This year, we're starting over again
Letter openers in hand,
A chance to take a chance.
I swear, I understand that the past will be the past,
And nothing changes that,
But the future is brighter than any flashback.