"Like a Child" | ||||
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Single by Jars of Clay | ||||
from the album Jars of Clay | ||||
Released | 1996 | |||
Format | CD | |||
Recorded | 1995 | |||
Genre | Pop rock | |||
Length | 4:35 (Album Version) | |||
Label | Essential Records | |||
Producer | Jars of Clay | |||
Jars of Clay singles chronology | ||||
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"Like a Child" is the fourth radio single from Jars of Clay from their self-titled debut album. Like many of the other tracks off the album, the song was written while the band members were students at Greenville College. The band's demo album, Frail, released in 1994, contains the first known recording of the song. The song was re-recorded in 1995 for the band's debut album; however only a few differences exist between the two recordings. A live version of the song appears on the band's 2003 double album, Furthermore: From the Studio, From the Stage.
"Like a Child" is a 1988 single by Bronx born singer Noel. The single was Noel's first number one on the dance charts, spending one week at the top spot. It is the second and last single to enter the Billboard Hot 100, where it peaked at # 67 on April 30, 1988, as well as # 88 on the R&B/Hip-Hop charts.
US 12" single
Should I follow my heart to the ends of the Earth,
Would I find, in time, what a life of truth is worth?
Embracing emptiness,
Embracing loneliness,
Forsaking the fortress in a quest for the Holy Grail.
In shadows deep I fold my wings,
And let my dreams decide my fate,
For all things come to those who wait,
Who wait in wings,
Who wait in faith,
Who let their dreams decide their fate,
Never fearing the departure of light,
Ever journeying on through the night,
Ever nearer,
Ever dearer,
The sacred mysteries.
So weary, so weary,
Then I find myself lost inside a maze,
And I ask, "Is this where I'll end my days?"
Just then the heavens open. . . .
Straight rains upon my way,
A thousand secrets glow
Like candles in the glistening snow
They guide me on to higher ground,
I spread my wings upon the sound
Of children's laughter; lifts my spirits
Beyond the realm of restless wraiths,
Of hungry ghosts, who test my faith,
Who paint their tinselled tombs,
By day and night with gilded gloom.
Sweet Mercy takes my hand, and
Leads me to the promised land, where
Sweet Fortune fills my cup to overflowing.
Skies of violet,
Eyes of love reflecting firelight.
I seize the day.
I seize the stars, the moon, the velvet night.
A moment lost, I now have found
In time with thee,