White Bird

White bird, in a golden cage, on a winter’s day, in the rain.
White bird, in a golden cage, alone.

The leaves blow, across the long black road,
To the darkened skies, in its rage.
But the white bird just sits in her cage, alone.

White bird must fly
Or she will die

White bird, dreams of the aspen trees, with their dying leaves, turning gold.
But the white bird just sits in her cage, growing old.

White bird must fly or she will die.
White bird must fly or she will die.

The sunsets come, the sunsets go.
The clouds pile high, the air moves slow.
And the young bird’s eyes do always know.

White bird, in a golden cage, on a winter’s day, in the rain.
White bird, in a golden cage alone.

White bird must fly or she will die.
White bird must fly or she will die.
White bird must fly or she will die.

She must fly, She must fly, She must fly.
She must fly or she will die.

The haunting song “White Bird” sung by the musical group It’s A Beautiful Day in 1969 was sadly prophetic. Will its longing cry ever be realized? To a generation that was serious about changing the world, the image of that white bird is imprinted somewhere in the recesses of their minds. The imagery of that pure, fragile, innocent bird communicated soulfully to a raised consciousness, full of hope for a better world. The slow deep rhythm and the soft graceful lilt of the music captured the spirit of longing to be set free — free from darkness and death and the troubles strangling mankind.

Whatever the white bird was then or is now, in her heart she had the inspiration to fly. But she had no way to get out of the cage of this selfish human race and decadent world. An entire generation searched for the power and the authority to open that cage and let the bird fly. Despite the identity we took with that white bird and the heartfelt hope we had that she would fly, her destiny in the song was sadly prophetic.

You could say that bird was me; it was all my friends. She typified the whole Movement of the “60s and the Jesus Movement that came after it. Yes, all of us were trapped in the cage of human existence, waiting to die, longing to fly. The world in 1969 looked like a “winter’s day in the rain” as the threat of nuclear war in the face of the communism’s spread cast man’s future as uncertain as “the leaves [that] blow across the long black road to the darkened skies in its rage.” In the face of such darkness “the white bird just sits in her cage, alone.” In the end, the people in the “60s Movement were alone like everyone else, trapped in a plastic society that glittered like gold, but was nothing more than a golden cage that kept them from flying, from ever getting off the ground. The world was never changed into a new society established on the foundation of love.

Along came the Jesus Movement with her hopes of “radicalizing” Christianity. Like the white bird’s “dreams of the aspen trees, with their dying leaves, turning gold,” so the dream of the Jesus Movement proved to be a mystical hope that never materialized. “The white bird just sits in her cage, growing old.” Yes, the song is true: “White bird must fly or she will die; white bird must fly or she will die.”

Thirty years of sunsets have come and gone and all the Jesus Freaks are back in the pews. Yes, “the sunsets come, the sunsets go; the clouds pile high, the air moves slow” and the young bird’s eyes do always know” she must fly, she must fly, she must fly.

The white bird in that golden cage is the eternal hope that someday someone, no” some movement will break out and fly, bringing a true demonstration of love and of unity and of peace to the earth. Yes, the “white bird must fly or she will die.” And if she dies, so will hope for all mankind.

The Messiah, the Son of God, promised to return to earth to usher in an age of peace on earth. But He will not come until the “white bird” flies and proves to the world that God sent His Son.1 Yes, the true movement must come — a people living by the love of God that has been poured out in their hearts. It must produce a nation that bears the fruit of the coming age — walking with one heart and one way, sharing everything they have together. Yes, it must come and it must get off the ground before the world is destroyed. The white bird must come out of her cage and be seen on the earth, flying, soaring in plain view for all the nations to observe. She must do it! Yes, the “white bird must fly or she will die” white bird must fly or she will die” white bird must fly or she will die.” And if she dies, all mankind will be lost.

  • 1. John 17:20-23

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