Dear Me.

dear me

Sweet friends,

This song.

I am sitting in a coffee shop trying to figure out if I should just turn the speakers up, hit play and run out of the shop.

Alas, I kind of still need my computer.

So I’m sending it to you. Find a quiet place, turn the sound up, and let it rip.

Lyrics are below.

Dear Me, By Nichole Nordeman

Dear Me
This is a letter to the girl I used to be
Dear Me
There are some things that you should know
It’s not my intention to embarrass or to shame you
What’s inside the rearview mirror is closer than it appears
We do the best that we know how, with what we have been given
And the difference between you and I is I’ve been given time
In time, you’ll see
 
Dear Me
This is a letter to the girl I used to be
Some things are not as simple as we said
Remember when we thought there were a handful of some magic words to pray
A guarantee and a down payment on a mansion
Remember all the rules we made about the Body and the Blood
The hoops we made them jump through though He offers it to everyone
I’m so sorry
 
Do you remember now the things I said I thought that I deserved
My flag, and safety, a place to learn
The things I know I didn’t earn
And bless their hearts, I’m sure it’s hard, but handouts don’t help anyone
And all the talk about the system
I sure hope someone can fix them
I said those things
 
Dear Me
This is a letter to the girl I used to be
You’ll see, you’re gonna take the long way
And there is nothing you could do or say to separate you
From the love of God who made you just exactly as He meant to
And you cannot imagine all the places you’ll see Jesus
But you’ll find Him everywhere you thought He wasn’t supposed to go
So, go
Go
 
And hold all the mothers, whose babies bleed from bullet holes
And feel all the hunger, the bellies and the bones
Shout for the prisoner, cry for justice, loud and long
And march with the victims, as Jesus marches on
And sit at all the tables, ‘cause Jesus eats with everyone
And dance to the music, if you can’t sing its’ native tongue
And cry for the wombs, the mothers and the empty arms
And hold high the warriors, fighting now for freedoms’ song
 
And love, love, love, love like it’s your own blood
Love, love, love, love as you have been loved
 
Dear Me
You did not learn this in a day or two or three
So ask a lot of questions
But Jesus loves us, this I know
And there are no exceptions


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