As sick and twisted as it sounds, every year when I hear about a tornado hitting somehwere in Kansas, I get homesick. I guess it's mostly because it's on the news and in my face and yet I can't get there, I dunno. Anyway, it's been 4 years since I've been home and seen most of my family, 2 since I saw my mom, and nothing in sight showing me when I can get there again in the next year. So yeah, I'm a little homesick (a lot right now, acutally) and it does happen because of hearing about tornadoes hitting. I don't know that I will ever live there again, I do love living in Florida, but going home for a visit more often would be nice.
Here's a song that reminds me of home:
Burning The Fields
words and music by Mitch McVicker
Well, they're burning the fields in Kansas
The Flint Hills are all ablaze
It's a beautiful sight to watch the flames rise
And watch the smoke drift away
And my memories run thick like that smoke
And like the love that's here when I come back
And I'm thankful for what I had, I'm thankful for what I have now
So like the fields I want to come to life again
Chorus
Yeah, renew my soul like that green grass on the prairies
Rekindle my heart with a passion for You
Restore my mind, take my anxious thoughts away
And, Lord, make me new like only You can do
And it's that time of year once again
When new life begins to stir
The light of the world is loose on the grasslands
So, Lord, make me the salt of the earth
Chorus
Bridge
And now I'm thinkin' about Bennett Drive
And I think about the Smith's living room
And how life only comes from You
Chorus
Ah, renew my soul and rekindle my heart
Restore my mind, make me new, yeah
Renew my soul, rekindle my heart
Restore my mind, make me new, make me new, make me new
Make me new
They're burnin' the fields, yes, they are burning the fields
Oh, they're burning the fields in Kansas, so make me new like only You can do
Copyright © 1999 White Plastic Bag Music (SESAC)
All rights reserved. Lyrics reprinted by permission.
From Mitch:
I made this up as I was driving through the Flinthills on my way to do a concert in Wichita, KS. The fields were being burned, as they are every spring, to get rid of the dead grass so that new grass can grow. I started thinking about how God does the same thing for us that God does for those fields. It hurts to be burned, but we are being redone into what God wants us to become. We are being renewed.
... Mitch
