Thoughts about family, life, and everything in between.
Saturday, April 27, 2013
There are some spiritual songs that will never be sung in church and they might only be sung on a dusty record player, or on a country music station out in the boon docks, or with some lonely guitar in front of a fire pit where only the bushes can hear you. Some are those country music favorites where people sing their hearts out, their lamentations, their sincerest honest not sugar coated truths. If we ever understood Jesus, I think he is listening. Maybe he sang some of these himself. I wonder.