Confessions

I listen to music while I drive.  When I'm alone, I listen to it LOUDLY.  If it is a fun song, I think it helps me unwind and enjoy the moment.  If the song has a deeply profound meaning, I am hopeful the volume will better cement the message into my brain.  Today, I turned up this song and replayed it over and over again.  It is "The Good Confession" by Andrew Peterson.  If you are not familiar with his work, all his albums are WELL worth your time and money.  Incidentally, this poetry is off his Resurrection Letters Vol. II album.

I was a boy 

just nine years old

I heard the call and came.

They buried me beneath the water

then I rose again.

Well

you know my dad was a preacher man.

I walked the aisle and I took his hand.

He said

“Son just do the best you can

and say the words

‘I believe he is the Christ

the Son of the living God.” 

Through the years I barely fell;

I mostly dove right in.

I drank so deep from the shallow 

well only to thirst again. 

Well I sang the hymns at the summer camp

then I rocked and rolled with a lousy band

till I heard a song that took my hand and led me home.

And I believe he is the Christ

Son of the living God. 

All I know is that I was blind

but now I see that though I kick and scream

Love is leading me.

And every step of the way his grace is making me;

with every breath I breathe

he is saving me. 

And I believe.

So when my body’s weak and the day is long

when I feel my faith is all but gone 

I’ll remember when I sing this song that I believe.

I believe he is the Christ

Son of the living God 

my Lord my Savior.

Oh hosanna I believe.

The picture? Too precious not to post.