I am sitting in a coffee shop trying to figure out if I should just turn the speakers up, hit play and run out of the shop.
Alas, I kind of still need my computer.
So I’m sending it to you. Find a quiet place, turn the sound up, and let it rip.
Lyrics are below.
Dear Me, By Nichole Nordeman
Dear Me This is a letter to the girl I used to be Dear Me There are some things that you should know It’s not my intention to embarrass or to shame you What’s inside the rearview mirror is closer than it appears We do the best that we know how, with what we have been given And the difference between you and I is I’ve been given time In time, you’ll see Dear Me This is a letter to the girl I used to be Some things are not as simple as we said Remember when we thought there were a handful of some magic words to pray A guarantee and a down payment on a mansion Remember all the rules we made about the Body and the Blood The hoops we made them jump through though He offers it to everyone I’m so sorry Do you remember now the things I said I thought that I deserved My flag, and safety, a place to learn The things I know I didn’t earn And bless their hearts, I’m sure it’s hard, but handouts don’t help anyone And all the talk about the system I sure hope someone can fix them I said those things Dear Me This is a letter to the girl I used to be You’ll see, you’re gonna take the long way And there is nothing you could do or say to separate you From the love of God who made you just exactly as He meant to And you cannot imagine all the places you’ll see Jesus But you’ll find Him everywhere you thought He wasn’t supposed to go So, go Go And hold all the mothers, whose babies bleed from bullet holes And feel all the hunger, the bellies and the bones Shout for the prisoner, cry for justice, loud and long And march with the victims, as Jesus marches on And sit at all the tables, ‘cause Jesus eats with everyone And dance to the music, if you can’t sing its’ native tongue And cry for the wombs, the mothers and the empty arms And hold high the warriors, fighting now for freedoms’ song And love, love, love, love like it’s your own blood Love, love, love, love as you have been loved Dear Me You did not learn this in a day or two or three So ask a lot of questions But Jesus loves us, this I know And there are no exceptions
2 Replies to “Dear Me.”
Weeping. Thank you for posting.
Remind me to mail you some Kleenex, Sus 😉 Hugs across the miles