One of my recent favorite songs is Switchfoot’s “Restless”. It hits something in my core that I can find hard to define some days. I wrote about this feeling before in a post I called “Feeling Restless“. Click on the title to open that post in a new window to skim for some background on what I’m talking about here.
“[Sheila Walsh] describes this restlessness as ‘a sacred ache, an ancient longing’ that points us continually to Christ, and that it won’t go away ‘until we make it all the way home’. It tells us ‘that home is what we’re made for’. Like a constant reminder.”
Anyway, this song totally struck a similar chord with me & I wanted to share it with you. I recommend hitting play on the video at the bottom & then reading through the lyrics.
What do you think? Does this song or the idea of restlessness strike a similar chord in you?
“Restless”
I am the sea on a moonless night
Calling falling, slipping tides
I am the leaky, dripping pipes
The endless, aching drops of light
I am the raindrop falling down
Always longing for the deeper ground
I am the broken, breaking seas
Even my blood finds ways to bleed
Even the rivers ways to run
Even the rain to reach the sun
Even my thirsty streams
Even in my dreams
I am restless, restless, restless
Looking for you
I am restless
I run like the ocean to find your shore
Looking for you
I am the thorn stuck in your side
I am the one that you left behind
I am the dried-up doubting eyes
Looking for the well that won’t run dry
Running hard for the other side
The world that I’ve always been denied
Running hard for the infinite
With the tears of saints and hypocrites
Oh, blood of black and white and grey
Oh, death in life and night in day
One by one by one
We let our rivers run
I can hear you breathing
I can feel you leading
More than just a feeling
More than just a feeling
I can feel you you reaching
Pushing through the ceiling
Til the final healing
I’m looking for you
Until the sea of glass we meet
At last completed and complete
Where tide and tear and pain subside
And laughter drinks them dry
I’ll be waiting
Anticipating
All that I aim for
What I was made for
With every heartbeat
All of my blood bleeds
Running inside me
Looking for you
Karen Barnes 