A friend of mine posted a Michael Martin Murphey tune on Facebook last evening and it brought back a rush of memories so special that I choked up and cried silently. The song is "Wildfire". A slow sentimental song about the ghost of a little girl and her magical horse Wildfire. It is a tune I fine rather easy to sing, with lyrics that somehow stay in my head...probably forever.
She comes down from Yellow Mountain
On a dark, flat land she rides
On a pony she named Wildfire
With a whirlwind by her side
On a cold Nebraska night
On a dark, flat land she rides
On a pony she named Wildfire
With a whirlwind by her side
On a cold Nebraska night
I used to sit in the dark, rocking my son Corey, singing softly to him as he took his bottle. It seemed to claim him and his eyes would stare up at me, and it at least appeared that he enjoyed my singing.
Today Corey is an accomplished singer who loves singing in church. If you ride with him, he always has a stash of Christian music, and one special CD in the slot that has the song he will perform the following Sunday. I even dig some of the Christian Rock disks he has, but mostly I just love sitting there listening to him practice his song.
Now, I know my singing to him as a baby didn't shape his voice, 'cause he probably got that from his mother, but maybe I did put him on the road to loving music like he does. I like to think so anyway.
I know, I have run this into the ground time after time, but I did ask God to use him because I knew how lazy I was and am. However, I say it again just to thank God for answering my prayer for him. He is truly a blessing to all that hear his voice. I'm proud to be known as "Corey's Dad".
Good night son...where ever you are tonight.
