I'm not intentional when it comes to music so I am victim of whatever songs are being played on the radio at the time.
When Candace went missing and was found murdered, the song,
"One day at a time, sweet Jesus
That's all I'm asking of You. Just give me the strength to do everyday - What I have to do
Yesterday's gone, sweet Jesus
And tomorrow may never be mine
God help me today
Show me the way
One day at a time."
...got stuck in my head.
Ten years later, when I was tired of being sad -- the song -
What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Tryin' to make his way home?
Back up to heaven all alone
Nobody callin' on the phone
'Cept for the Pope, maybe in Rome
...was stuck in my head for years. I think it portrays my very lonely, discouraged heart.
But the song that haunted me over the years was the well-known hymn, "It is well with my soul." with it's impossible high standard of grace.
When peace like a river attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say
It is well, it is well with my soul
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come
Let this blest assurance control
That Christ (yes he has) has regarded my helpless estate
And has shed His own blood for my soul
It is well (it is well) with my soul (with my soul)
I couldn't sing it -- because it wasn't well with my soul. I was trying but never quite getting to that perfect place of serenity that the song described. Yet the song followed me. it seemed that every time we went to church we were asked to sing it. Every time I was asked to tell my story they would play it before or after I spoke.
And each time the words tore me apart. It became a love-hate relationship with a song.
The Spirit needs integrity - and will find it in song.
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend
Even so, it is well with my soul
It is well (it is well) with my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul - Horatio G. Spafford,
When Candace went missing and was found murdered, the song,
"One day at a time, sweet Jesus
That's all I'm asking of You. Just give me the strength to do everyday - What I have to do
Yesterday's gone, sweet Jesus
And tomorrow may never be mine
God help me today
Show me the way
One day at a time."
...got stuck in my head.
Ten years later, when I was tired of being sad -- the song -
What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Tryin' to make his way home?
Back up to heaven all alone
Nobody callin' on the phone
'Cept for the Pope, maybe in Rome
...was stuck in my head for years. I think it portrays my very lonely, discouraged heart.
But the song that haunted me over the years was the well-known hymn, "It is well with my soul." with it's impossible high standard of grace.
When peace like a river attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say
It is well, it is well with my soul
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come
Let this blest assurance control
That Christ (yes he has) has regarded my helpless estate
And has shed His own blood for my soul
It is well (it is well) with my soul (with my soul)
I couldn't sing it -- because it wasn't well with my soul. I was trying but never quite getting to that perfect place of serenity that the song described. Yet the song followed me. it seemed that every time we went to church we were asked to sing it. Every time I was asked to tell my story they would play it before or after I spoke.
And each time the words tore me apart. It became a love-hate relationship with a song.
The Spirit needs integrity - and will find it in song.
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend
Even so, it is well with my soul
It is well (it is well) with my soul (with my soul)
It is well, it is well with my soul - Horatio G. Spafford,
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