So, here ya go...
The first song on there is called First Dance, by Corey Smith.
"I've been scared as hell
Cause I've heard how the story goes
You get married and you settle down
And the passion withers like a rose
But I refuse to lose
This thing we have together
And I'll keep the fire burning baby
Burning both ends of forever"
Lucky Ones --Judge me if you like, I love the Dixie Chicks. I always have... I always will. This song is wonderful, it's another one that helps me when I forget what to be thankful for.
"It might be broken but at least we've seen the truth, All I know is I've got you to hang onto"
"We lose our friends in the sea and vanish every day, And dreams can fade when you don't come back the same, When I got here it felt strange somehow, People I once knew seem different to me now"
"When the last long night is done...If we find our way back home..Oh, we're the lucky ones"
Then there is "Her Eyes" by Pat Monahan... and I am convinced that the girl that he wrote this song about and I would be BFF. There are so many things that I think about on a daily basis in this song. Check it out, it's a cool one.
And last, but not least at all... is a song called "My Jesus" by a guy named Todd Agnew. It's a tough song for me to throw out here. I feel like by doing it, then I am making myself a hypocrite. It's a song that pushes my limits and makes me think. I think that all too often, I am the one that he is talking to here and much as I don't want to be. I don't listen to it very often, by choice. But I put it on this blog because alot of the time, I will come here and turn up the playlist and do things around the house... maybe this way, I will listen to this song more. I certainly need to.
These lines particularly slap me...
"Pretty blue eyes and curly brown hair and a clear complexion
Is how you see Him as He dies for Your sins
But the Word says He was battered and scarred
Or did you miss that part
Sometimes I doubt we'd recognize Him
Cause my Jesus bled and died
He spent His time with thieves and the least of these
He loved the poor and accosted the comfortable
So which one do you want to be?
Cause my Jesus would never be accepted in my church
The blood and dirt on His feet might stain the carpet
But He reaches for the hurting and despises the proud
I think He'd prefer Beale St. to the stained glass crowd
And I know that He can hear me if I cry out loud"
So there you have it, an insight into my very mind...whether you wanted it or not.