A Lark Ascending

I was listening to the David Crowder Band CD I have on my Ipod the other day, and the very last song (which I had never made it to before) resounded with me in a powerful way.

And I’m trying to make you sing
From inside where you believe
Like it’s something that you need
Like it means everything
And I’m trying to make you feel
That this is all for real, that life is happening
That it means everything
....I’m just trying to make you sing

I think as I grow, and look at where life has taken me and where I have willingly gone. . . this song defines much of who I feel I've become, and it also makes me think of the people who have been my lark; carrying me above my problems with their love of life and everything in it.
The song is titled "A Lark Ascending" and I love the poem that inspired it.

He rises and begins to round,

He drops the silver chain of sound,

Of many links without a break,

In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake.

For singing till his heaven fills,

‘Tis love of earth that he instils,

And ever winging up and up,

Our valley is his golden cup

And he the wine which overflows

to lift us with him as he goes.

Till lost on his aerial rings

In light, and then the fancy sings.

~ George Meredith