This is the note I sent to the band (because I’m a fangirl, so sue me) to share what Christ gave me through this song last year:
I wanted to share this story with you. I sent it to your site, but I really feel strongly that I want you and your band mates to hear how God has used the song “Hope Still Flies” in my life. I realized after writing it out once and checking dates that the day your song was released on line, it was the day my fiance’s younger brother had a serious suicide attempt.
5 days prior, my neighbor had commit suicide in her apartment. The next few days were a struggle, but due to a providentially scheduled retreat as a leader in a youth group, I was getting through it. On the 22nd, I listened to your song that afternoon, and got a facebook message a few hours later from my fiance’s aunt that explained the situation with his brother, Jason.
I drove home that night to where Jason was hospitalized and was overwhelmed with grief, pain, and the evil forces that surround suicide. The wind literally was gusting between 30 and 40 miles an hour across the Ohio turnpike, the rain was torrential, and it truly was a dark and stormy night.
The next several days while things were touch and go, I listened to that song probably a hundred times. The lyrics were my words to God when I didn’t know what to say. The lyrics were God’s answer to my despair with the reminder that “Hope has not forgotten” or forsaken us. It was so beautiful to be able to rock out to that song in Detroit almost a year to the date of that hellish week. I can’t tell you how much God’s grace was delivered to me and his family that week through that song.
So, thank you guys so much for being the beautiful witnesses that you are, and for a kick ass show Friday night.
It was a dark and stormy night last night.
Rain fell in torrents,
stabbing it’s ghosts through the cold,
and straight through our hearts.
I’ve been waiting, in halfhearted sleep,
For a promise I half meant to keep.
Just for hoping that hope still flies,
wipe the sleep out of our sleeping eyes.
Fog that is lifting,
the spectre of dreams we once had,
speaks into the night,
Slumber is over,
sunlight is streaming through,
come into the light.
Hope has not forgotten me,
I’m waking from the longest dream.
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