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"Sigh No More" - Sigh.

I've already blogged a bunch about Mumford & Sons. Enough that some of you have picked them up as a great new band, and at least one of you got to see them perform. I am not at all jealous.

Which is a lie. But now I'm moving on.

I can't choose a favourite song. Every time I think I've decided, I listen to another song and think, Nope. That one. I just can't get over the brilliant lyrics and movement of the music.

Yesterday on the plane, I had a refrain circling in my head, and I couldn't place which song it was from until I got out the CD (not yet available in N. America, purchased in the UK!) and read through the lyrics booklet. Turns out it is from "Sigh No More."

Love will not betray you
Dismay or enslave you
It will set you free
Be more like the man you were made to be

I grabbed my journal, wrote it in and then jotted down,

It's spinning through my mind and I want it - I want to love people in a way that makes them more of themselves. And I want to be more of who I'm meant to be as I realize the reality of love - from God and from others - and the confidence that comes with it.


The current second-place for my favourite lyric is from "Roll Away Your Stone" -

Darkness is a harsh term don't you think
And yet it dominates the things I seek


keepfishing said…
I feel proud :)
Katie V. said…
They're great! Sigh no more is one of my faves right now. And I just noticed "Roll Away Your Stone" the other day and actually thought about the lyrics so I'm liking that one more too. And Little Lion Man. And all of them....

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