killing me softly

I always like new (ok even old) talent. Here's a new guy, Josh Garrels, that I thoroughly enjoy. I'll probably post another video of his but right now I am particularly moved by this one - Killing Me Softly.



Lyrics:
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...

I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style.
And so I came to see him to listen for a while.
And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes.

I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.
I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on ...

He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair.
And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there.
But he just came to singing, singing clear and strong.


I'm sure this isn't what Lori Lieberman had in mind when she wrote this poem about Don McLean but I see God in this. That is, the words begged the thought, "am I allowing God to kill me?" Am I really dying to myself? I want my life to be an open book. I want God to read and then to re-write every page. But yet I know I do not live that day in and day out.

God loves a broken and contrite heart. He brings healing and life only when we reach this point yet so often I pretend that I am a closed book or reserve certain chapters. Lord come look right through me into my deepest, darkest places. Break me and heal me. Take all of me and mold me into your image.