Second Childhood?

Those of you who follow my blog posts may not be surprised at whatever I will end up saying. After all, the empty nest approaches, and I am already rambling about the teapot song in midlife crisis and re-singing simple worship songs from long ago. None of us, particularly me, can predict what will come out next.

Like when I put my personal search engine to work in my own brain to choose a song to sing solo for a special service coming up. What was that? I asked myself. The words from the 70s emerged from the cobwebs of my memory. I want to be a child again came, the words and the title, from the Fisherfolk song I loved in my Scottish days, days of yearning to be part of that Community of Celebration, that group in which people from all over the world lived in community on a remote Scottish island, wrote lovely songs for the renewal movement in the mainline churches. Some of you may remember those blue and red songbooks: Sounds of Living Waters and Fresh Sounds. Those were the days, my friend. We thought they'd never end. More songs coming out my ears.

But I digress. I want to be a child again. Why do I want to sing that song for our church community? I guess that when I sing solo I want to sing for sure from the very core of my being, express my childlike faith, renew my own childlike trust in my dear Lord, sing of that ever present innocence deep within my own heart.

What a blessed place to go. Second childhood. Perhaps not second. Maybe eternal childhood. The eternal experience of being a child of God. Our only true calling. Our only necessary calling. Resting in that total dependence upon Him, that total trust in His loving care.

I am glad to be singing this song again. In more ways than one. Why not join me?

If you want to hear it, you will need to go on to the Fisherfolk website, and look for the CD called Be Like Your Father. You can order it from the Community of Celebration for 15 USD.

I Want To Be A Child Again
Copyright 1975 Celebration
Diane Davis Andrew

Chorus
I want to be a child again;
I want to see the world
Through five-year-old eyes;
To walk with my Lord
Wherever He may lead,
To put my trust in Him.

Verse 1
Make me a child, O Lord,
Make my song joy,
My heart free,
My life a dance,
A dance of praise to you.

Verse 2
We must become as children,
Simple and trusting of heart,
To enter you kingdom, Lord,
To rest in peace with you.

Comments

Susan said…
Ah, the Fisherfolk. I loved them too and fantasized about their idyllic (it seemed to me) lifestyle. Those were the days of hippies and Jesus freaks... I don't remember this song, but my favourite from back then (not sure if it was the Fisherfolk or just someone that sounded like them) was "I want to walk as a child of the Light, I want to follow Jesus..."

Those were the days, my friend, we thought they'd never end... Indeed! Thanks for taking me back there...
9:21 AM
Belinda said…
Thank you for the reminder to play, laugh, trust and keep things simple. Yes, "Make me a child, O Lord."
10:41 AM
Meg said…
MMmmh..I love that other one too...I want to walk as a child of the light...they sung it, but I'm not sure if they wrote it...I think it may be older...a more established hymn...
12:29 PM
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