Freedom song
This evening I keep finding myself singing this verse of a hymn (by Isaac Watts, 1674-1748):
Blessings abound where'er He reigns:
The prisoner leaps to lose his chains,
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blessed.
I'm not sure what's put it in my head, but I always loved that image of the leaping prisoner. It's probably connected to the prospect of freedom after my annual deadline, which isn't here yet, but is getting very close.
The other music running through my head is "Pots and Pans" by The Kills, which I encountered through this brilliant Deadwood vid made by
theleaveswant for
festivids last month. selenak linked to it then, since when I can't get it out of my mind. I think it may be time to watch Deadwood again.
On to short legs and Nelson Mandela.
Also posted on Dreamwidth, with
comments.
Blessings abound where'er He reigns:
The prisoner leaps to lose his chains,
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blessed.
I'm not sure what's put it in my head, but I always loved that image of the leaping prisoner. It's probably connected to the prospect of freedom after my annual deadline, which isn't here yet, but is getting very close.
The other music running through my head is "Pots and Pans" by The Kills, which I encountered through this brilliant Deadwood vid made by
theleaveswant for
festivids last month. selenak linked to it then, since when I can't get it out of my mind. I think it may be time to watch Deadwood again.
On to short legs and Nelson Mandela.
Also posted on Dreamwidth, with
comments.