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Monday, February 23, 2009

Beutiful lyrics

There is a song that I really like, that I thought I would share the lyrics on. It reminds me of my story, how I try to live my life now. The first line talks about living in the same town, all these years. I read what the writer meant by that, which really hit home with me. He said it isn't about a physical living in the same place, but a emotional or spiritual living in the same place. I look at my life before I met Marcy and realize that I was heading in the wrong direction. I wasn't doing anything horrible, but a lot of aspects were not healthy. My spiritual life was non-existent, which left me lonely and empty, even if I wasn't alone. I couldn't figure out why I was so alone, when I was surrounded by friends that I loved and who I knew loved me. It wasn't until I was re-introduced to God that most of that loneliness went away. Read through the lyrics and see if you see yourself. Should you? They talk about turning away from what the crowd is doing and doing what is right, but might not be popular. Every time I hear this song, and really listen to the lyrics, it brings a tear to my eye. I realize how close I was to never coming back to God.

Opposite Way, by Leeland

Living in the same town
For all these years
Doing the same old things
Hanging with the same crowd
And it’s starting to get crippling
You’ve never felt in place
And you tell yourself it’s all okay
But something’s different today
You want to run the opposite way
And it seems like you’re locked in a cage
And you need to find a way of escape
When everyone is setting the pace
It’s okay to run the opposite way
The Father sent His Son down
The light of men
The cross He bore was crippling
Rejected in His own town
They couldn’t see the sun shining
He knelt in the garden and prayed
Father, let this cup pass from me
It’s not Your will for me to stay
Your will for me is the opposite way
And it seemed like He was locked in a cage
And He couldn’t find away of escape
But through the cross He conquered the grave
My Jesus ran the opposite way
Oh, and through the cross
He conquered the grave
Oh, He ran the opposite way
Yeah, through the cross He conquered the grave
So you could run the opposite way

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