Kingfisher
Journey of Redemption: A Song of Hope and Renewal by Andy Squyres
Lyrics
When I get where I'm going I will lend a steady hand
Upon reaching my destination, I will offer consistent support.
Build a little cabin, dig a river through the land
I will construct a small house and create a stream across the terrain.
Does a pilgrim tremble when he finally finds a home
Does a wanderer feel unsettled when they finally discover a place to belong?
When the rock bestows the water and binds the broken bone
When nature provides necessities and heals injuries.
I go out walking in the forest to a place I've seen
I wander through the woods, heading towards a familiar location.
A fountain flowing like a highway running through my dreams
An image of continuous abundance reminiscent of my aspirations.
When I get where I'm going, there's a woman in the dust
Upon arrival, I encounter a woman amidst the dust.
We have wrinkles on our bodies proving love's been good to us
Our aging bodies display the evidence of love's impact on us.
She is standing proudly squinting in the summer sun
She stands confidently, squinting in the sunlight of summer.
Satisfied surveying all her hands have done
Content, observing the accomplishments achieved through her efforts.
We go out walking in the water where the silver swims
We traverse waterways where gleaming fish move.
Cicadas singing like somebody washed away their sins
Cicadas sing, feeling redeemed as if their sins have been washed away.
I see a kingfisher ascending to his rightful throne
An observation of a kingfisher bird claiming its rightful place.
The meek inheriting a city they can call their own
The humble inheriting a community they can proudly call their own.
When I get where I'm going, guns are hammered into plows
In this destination, weapons are transformed into tools.
Promises we made to war, turn into broken vows
Commitments made in conflicts are unfulfilled.
Faithful is the Spirit, our troubles to employ
Dependable is the divine presence in managing our difficulties.
The bread of our affliction returning to us joy
Adversities experienced are reversed, bringing joy.
Like horses foaming with the sweat of captives breaking free
An image of powerful creatures freed from captivity.
Like mother's milk into the belly of a broken reed
A nurturing and comforting act towards something fragile and damaged.
I go out walking on the mountain where the thunder rolls
I walk atop a mountain amidst thunderous sounds.
I smell the rain of heaven coming to the earth below
The scent of rain from the heavens reaching the earth.
I see a kingfisher ascending to his rightful throne
A repetition of the kingfisher's ascension to its deserved place.
The meek inheriting a city they can call their own
The humble individuals gaining possession of a city they deserve.
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