24
Today I turn twenty-four. It is a little strange typing those words. I remember when 24 seemed really old. It still does, a little. I'm not quite up to a quarter century, but I'm feeling a little more adult, a little more capable, a little more able to stand on my feet. I'm excited about this year and what it holds.
For years I've had a special connection with Jon Foreman's music, whether in Switchfoot, Fiction Family or on his own, his music has spoken to me. On his 24th birthday he wrote a song called "24" which has always resonated with me. Now, I get to claim it as my own. Here are the lyrics, for you to enjoy with me.
"24"
Twenty four reasons to admit that I'm wrong With all my excuses still twenty four strong
See I'm not copping out not copping out not copping out When You're raising the dead in me Oh, oh I am the second man Oh, oh I am the second man now Oh, oh I am the second man now
And You're raising these twenty four voices With twenty four hearts With all of my symphonies In twenty four parts But I want to be one today Centered and true
I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You You're raising the dead in me Oh, oh I am the second man Oh, oh I am the second man now Oh, oh I am the second man now And You're raising the dead in me
I want to see miracles, see the world change Wrestled the angel, for more than a name For more than a feeling For more than a cause I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You And You're raising the dead in me Twenty four voices With twenty four hearts With all of my symphonies In twenty four parts. I'm not copping out. Not copping out. Not copping out.