Tuesday, October 13, 2009

TWO FOR TUESDAY {REDO}


Not every song that will be featured here will be what is generally considered as being “Christian” in the eyes of this world. For some will be anguished cries from the pit of despair, and others will be quite obviously ferverent rants of rebellion. Nonetheless, be assured that they will all be of our Heavenly Father (in one way or another) and I hope that you have been given ears to hear the message.


Link: [On YouTube]

Concrete Angel
Martina McBride

She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody know what she’s holdin’ back
Wearin’ the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace

Oh oh

The teacher wonders but she doesn’t ask
It’s hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearin’ the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can’t rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place
Where she’s loved
Concrete angel

Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear but they turn out the light
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it’ll be too late

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can’t rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place
Where she’s loved
Concrete angel

A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world had forgot

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can’t rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place
Where she’s loved
Concrete angel


Link: [On YouTube]

God’s Will
Martina McBride

I met God’s Will on a Halloween night
He was dressed as a bag of leaves
It hid the braces on his legs at first
His smile was as bright as the August sun
When he looked at me
As he struggled down the driveway
It almost made me hurt

Will don’t walk too good
Will don’t talk too good
He won’t do the things that the other kids do
In our neighborhood

I’ve been searchin’
Wonderin’
Thinkin’
Lost and lookin’ all my life
I’ve been wounded
Jaded
Loved and hated
I’ve wrestled wrong and right
He was a boy without a father
And his mother’s miracle
I’ve been readin’
Writin’
Prayin’
Fightin’
I guess I would be still
Yeah
That was until
I knew God’s Will

Will’s mom had to work two jobs
We’d watch him when she had to work late
And we’d all laugh like I hadn’t laughed
Since I don’t know when
Hey Jude was his favorite song
At dinner he’d ask to pray
And then he’d pray for everybody in the world
But him

I’ve been searchin’
Wonderin’
Thinkin’
Lost and lookin’ all my life
I’ve been wounded
Jaded
Loved and hated
I’ve wrestled wrong and right
He was a boy without a father
And his mother’s miracle
I’ve been readin’
Writin’
Prayin’
Fightin’
I guess I would be still
Yeah
That was until
I knew God’s Will

Before they moved to California
His mother said they didn’t think he’d live
And she said each day that I have him
Well
It’s just another gift
And I never got to tell her
That the boy showed me the truth
In crayon red
On notebook paper
He written me and God
Love you

I’ve been searchin’
Prayin’
Wounded
Jaded
I guess I would be still
Yeah
That was until

I met God’s Will on a Halloween night
He was dressed as a bag of leaves

Link: [Martina McBride]

Lyrics From: [Sweets Lyrics]

4 comments:

  1. I love both of these songs. The message is very powerful.

    I enjoy most of what Martina McBride sings. She has an amazing voice.

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  2. Both of those songs are fantastic. The first one gave me chills. Such a beautiful song that tells such a sad story.

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  3. A lot of Martina's song carry a powerful message in one way or another, and she does indeed have an amazing voice. Of course, being the manly man that I am, I can't help but notice that she is also drop-dead gorgeous. Sorry. Thanks for stopping by, my dear Mom!!!

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  4. Both of these songs are very hard on me, my dear Ann. For I have been made hyper-sensitive to suffering, but I also know that songs like these serve our Heavenly Father's purposes. Hopefully, hearing a song like Concrete Angel will help someone to refrain from abusing their own children. Thanks for stopping by again!!!

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