This morning my alarm went off at 6am just like every other day, but this time, the music played. I must have inadvertently hit the “music” button instead of the “alarm” button the night before. As I was straining to open my eyes, a song came on the radio and somehow, I had a whole new outlook. As I listened to the lyrics of the song, I found myself substituting words to fit my life…. I added my own “lyrics” in parenthesis:
Free to be me by Francesca Battistelli:
At twenty [fifty] years of age I'm still looking for a dream
A war's already waged for my destiny
But You've already won the battle
And You've got great plans for me
Though I can’t always see
A war's already waged for my destiny
But You've already won the battle
And You've got great plans for me
Though I can’t always see
‘Cause I got a couple dents in my fender [Single Parenthood, Divorce]
Got a couple rips in my jeans [Job loss, Bankruptcy, ]
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
On my own I'm so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I'm free to be me [BLESSED]
Got a couple rips in my jeans [Job loss, Bankruptcy, ]
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
On my own I'm so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I'm free to be me [BLESSED]
When I was just a girl I thought I had it figured out
My life would turn out right, and I'd make it here somehow
But things don't always come that easy
And sometimes I would doubt
My life would turn out right, and I'd make it here somehow
But things don't always come that easy
And sometimes I would doubt
‘Cause I got a couple dents in my fender [Obesity, Extreme weight loss]
Got a couple rips in my jeans [Anemia; Cancer]
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
On my own I'm so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I'm free to be me [FAITH-FILLED]
Got a couple rips in my jeans [Anemia; Cancer]
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
On my own I'm so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I'm free to be me [FAITH-FILLED]
And you’re free to be you
Sometimes I believe that I can do anything
Yet other times I think I've got nothing good to bring
But You look at my heart and You tell me
That I've got all You seek
And it’s easy to believe
Even though…
Yet other times I think I've got nothing good to bring
But You look at my heart and You tell me
That I've got all You seek
And it’s easy to believe
Even though…
I got a couple dents in my fender [Depression, Low Self-Esteem]
Got a couple rips in my jeans [Loss of Friends; Grief-stricken]
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
On my own I'm so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I'm free to be me [HAPPY]
Got a couple rips in my jeans [Loss of Friends; Grief-stricken]
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
On my own I'm so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I'm free to be me [HAPPY]
What would your lyrics look like? I will be listening to music from now on………
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him and he will make your paths straight.” ~Proverbs 3:5-6
Peace to you in this New Year, Lauren