Description
From Chapter 87, “The Spell,” of It’s Impossible by J H McIntosh — Act III: Trust and Letting Go.
"Maybe love frees, what it can’t repair. Maybe faith knows, when to step back with care. I set the weight down, I chose to bear." If you are ever in the presence of the author while "I set the weight down…" is audible, the visceral impact that line has on him is undeniable. It's one of those lyric lines that cause him to ask: "Where did that come from?" He truly considers whatever skill he may have as an author and song writer is a gift. That's why you have a copy of It's Impossible at an amount that equals the value you placed in it.
Lyrics
Cold morning light, on a windshield stare,
Hands on the wheel, but I’m going nowhere.
Something broke loose, in the quiet dawn,
By the time I breathed out… the spell was gone.
I loved what was, but it couldn’t see,
What stood so clear, right in front of me.
Those eyes said “come,” that silence warned,
Pulling me close, then leaving me forlorn.
The spell is gone, the spell is gone,
No more believing, what never belonged.
Love doesn’t blind, it finally sees,
And still walks out, with its dignity.
Cold coffee wakes you, clears the head,
Burns away stories, we never said.
There’s power in being, admired too long,
When praise keeps humming, the same old song.
A gift shines bright, and the world applauds,
Till love gets measured, by nods and prods.
The spell is gone, still love remains.
No longer aching, no longer chained.
It’s choosing release, when holding won’t lead,
Maybe love frees, what it can’t repair.
Maybe faith knows, when to step back with care,
I set the weight down, I chose to bear.
Stopped chasing meaning, that wasn’t there.
Cold doesn’t kill, it teaches you how,
To move your feet, to stand here now.
This love was never, asked to stay,
Never invited, to pave the way.
This is the path, I must walk all alone,
Remembering who I am, in my bones.
The spell is gone, still love remains,
No longer aching, no longer chained.
What’s real survives without the plea,
And lets itself… just be.
I lift my harp, let the blue note cry,
Slide it slow, where the truth resides.
I never lost, my first love’s song,
Its name is music…and it’s been here all along.
I never lost, my first love’s song,
Its name is music…
and it’s been here all along.
