There is a popular CCM song that gets played way too much for me. I happen to love everything about it except the WORDS. Being a WORDCRAFTER, let me weave you down the Road that will explain why I feel comfortable enough to start this off with what seems like a criticism. Here’s a hint: it all ends up in GOD.
MERCYME is an amazing group. Hands down, Talent on Loan from GOD. Love the writing/lyrics, love the music, LOVE the lead singer’s voice. And I MUST stop my car and, pull over somewhere to PRAISE whenever “I Can Only Imagine” comes on the radio because I can only imagine what would happen to me and my car if I did not. It takes me to the THRONEROOM! If I cannot get off the road, I change the channel. Sometimes, the throneroom can wait a half hour. I’m good with that.
“Even If” by MERCYME, at first, irritated me so much that I felt HORROR by listening to it. It’s a fine song, don’t get me wrong, but the lyrics don’t minister to ME, where I live, where I HAVE to live, right now. I’m sure that it ministers to many. My first “creative” thought was: THERE ARE NO WHAT IF’S EVEN IF’S, THERE IS ONLY WHAT IS. HE IS. HE IS THE I AM. And I’ve been pulling on taffy ever since to pull this Song out of the SKY, and the CHOCOLATE river, in the land of the PURPLE sky where I go to commune with GOD.
So I looked at the words more closely, today, and got another line.
His first line starts out: “They say…” That was enough for me! The song irritates me so much because I used to listen to the they’s. I used to listen to around a dozen voices that are not, now, simply silent. What they now add is their LOVE and JOY and all their BLESSINGS. ALL of them know what I know. We all live in the same place. They add more Godly salt to everything that I see, to every wordcrafting post. We are I. We are ONE. ONE with one another, and at ONE with GOD.
I don’t listen to any ‘they.’ That would be grammatically incorrect, you see. I listen to them (my own HALLELUJAH Chorus). And HIM.
(p.s. I’m going to try something new, calling out my next post with the merest glance at it, and a Given title. I don’t know how it may develop. They work better that way. So tune in tomorrow, same BatTime, same BatChannel for: “DID has come to mean: “David in Dance” to me.)
(It didn’t pan out. It seems to be well enough covered in my post below entitled: Dance: an anti-Ramble. Don’t expect for me to get around to posting a link. Scroll.)