If you are unfamiliar with the word “dawdle”, picture a mother saying to her child, “Stop dawdling and hurry up!” For this song, I transformed the action word, dawdle, into a proper noun, Dawdle––to envision dawdling as if it were a friend and lifelong companion.
Some of us just can’t help but dawdle. It’s the mode we default to. When Jesus redeems our dawdling and we consecrate it and ourselves to Him, it becomes a facet of the abundant life that He came to give us, joyful and light of heart, and a vehicle of friendship with God.
Note that I’m not idealizing dawdling or slowness as some refreshing standard for everyone to embrace. We are all different from each other. Some people are created to dawdle. In far contrast, some thrive in a gift of efficiency.
If God designed you for dawdling, may this song help you find joy and meaning in it. And if you were created for efficiency, may this song help you bless those who dawdle.
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The Dawdle Song by Gail Ruth My best friend’s name is Dawdle, I’ve known her all my days; We play & think & dream our dreams In heartfelt dreamer ways; We talk in rhymes and pictures Ideas flowing free; We feast on thoughts and bubblegum And taste eternity. We feast on thoughts and bubblegum And taste eternity. We shilly-shally shimmy, And we dilly-dally dance, Then Dawdle and I may depart To inner words perchance And there we might stand mesmerized Entranced by the sublime Entirely oblivious To sound and sight and time. Entirely oblivious To sound and sight and time. CHORUS: Heigh! Ho! A dilly-dally Heigh! Ho! A fiddle-dee-dee Living in a dawdle way Is how I’m meant to be! Heigh! Ho! A shilly-shally Heigh! Ho! A fiddle-dee-do Willy-nilly dancing off In inner worlds we go! The lessons Dawdle teaches Are certainly hard-won To see with mystic senses And to joy with giddy fun To learn to walk in harmony With shifting ebb and flow To delve into myst’ries and Treasures found in slow. To delve into myst’ries and Treasures found in slow. CHORUS Dawdle is a sacred gift Who holds a sacred key, For it’s when I’m with her The Creator visits me. Who knew God was so light of heart? That He’d be Dawdle’s friend? That of His sheer delight in us I’d never find an end? And of His sheer delight is us I’ve never found an end. CHORUS Repeat verse 1 CHORUS
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