A New Song to Share

I am a musician at heart. If there’s ever one thing that has brought me the most comfort, it’s music. Likewise, if there’s any one thing that pumps me up the most — for better or worse –it’s music. As my old friend Eric used to say, “Music tames the beast, but it also riles it up.”

In addition to its comfort, I have also found music (more accurately, the poetry of a song — its lyrical content) as a way to express the spectrum of emotion and need. A broken man can grab a gun, or he can grab a pen, paper (iPhone in my case), and a guitar. Like David in the Psalms, music and poetry can become the source by which a person can be brutally honest with God that no well worded prayer could ever express. David often went in angry, defeated, and broken, but came out whole, and ready to begin again. 

Likewise, music and poetry is the voice of protest. As I learn more and more about how the Irish and Scots fought against the tyranny of England, I have found that their greatest fighters, fought through song and poem. You might recall the scene in Braveheart, “Outlawed tunes, on outlawed pipes.” (The English weren’t stupid, ya know! They knew what those songs meant.)

So it is with great fear and trepidation that I share the poetry — the lyrics — to a song I wrote recently. Why so fearful? Because, it is a song about my frustration with the American Church in general, and it is also a personal lament about a dark time in my life when I was outcast by a church. (I would venture into specifics, but there will come a time for that in future posts.) 

This is a song that I am currently calling “Liars and Thieves.” (And no, it is not a reprise of Jennifer Knapp!)

I was told to leave on a Tuesday.

” You can’t stay here, as long as you’re friends with ‘THEM.'”

“Just pack your bags, we’ll handle it from here.”

And they read my letter on Sunday, that I didn’t even write.

“We’re not sure what happened, but we wish him well.”
Liars and thieves at the altar of Grace. 

Thin veneers leave a bitter taste. 

Don’t you try to hide it anymore!

You played the bride, but you’re just a whore. 

But I still wonder why it came to this. 

I just hope it was worth it to you.
I see them while grabbing coffee. 

They smile and wave like nothing is wrong at all. 

“Let’s just pretend like everything’s alright.”

All the fake pleasantries that I can hardly stand. 

“How’s your wife? What’s her name again?”
Liars and Thieves at the altar of Grace. 

Thin veneers leave a bitter taste.

Don’t you try to hide it anymore!

You played the Bride, but you’re just a whore. 

But I still wonder why it came to this. 

I just hope it was worth it to you!
You’re just a lying  hypocrite!

You’re such a lying hypocrite!

But I guess I “don’t recall!”

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