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My passion is helping others defend themselves and their families. I am an NRA Certified pistol instructor, a NRA Chief Range Safety Officer, leader of TWAW Shooting Chapters - North Cincinnati, and the state leader of TWAW Shooting Chapters - Ohio. I also have a heart for the Lakota people and lead mission teams to the Pine Ridge Reservation each year, am founder and director of Backpacks For Pine Ridge,, and do various volunteer work in my own community. My greatest joy is being a grandma and hanging out with my husband of 30+ years.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

On A Corner in Memphis

I've been known to say that I rarely listen to "Christian" music. It's true. There are many reasons for that. Maybe one day I'll write about that, but that's not what this post is about. I have been listening to Todd Agnew lately. I've always liked his song "My Jesus" and I actually went to his concert recently, will be seeing him again in a few weeks, and have bought one of his CDs (two actually). On the Better Questions CD there is a song that I just love. You'll see why when you read the lyrics. It's real. It's honest. It's the kind of "Christian" music I've been looking for.


On A Corner In Memphis

Saturday on Beale St. with the drunk and the searching

I hear an old man playing guitar

I can’t make out what he’s saying but I can tell you that he’s suffered

And that he means every word from the bottom of what’s left
of his heart… tonight

A few hours later, I slip into church

Singing songs about saving grace

One guy’s nodding off and another hates to be here

We all mouth the words to save face

It’s 11:15 on Sunday morning

And I wish I was

On a corner in Memphis, listening to the old man

Singing out his sorrows, laying down his pride

He’s telling me his story or at least his side


No need to pretend, and nowhere to hide

‘Cause we are all broken here, we are all ashamed

I couldn’t fool you if I wanted to

Our stories are too much the same


And what about this Jesus,

They say He drank with the poor, the blind and the lame

Do you think He’d like the songs we sing

Or would He feel the same as I do

What if Sunday School

Was on Saturday night

On a corner in Memphis, listening to the old man

Singing out his sorrows, laying down his pride

He’s telling me his story or at least his side

No need to pretend, and nowhere to hide


What if their heart-breaking cries of pain

Are the first hymns of tomorrow’s saints

On a corner in Memphis, we’re singing with the old man

Crying for his sorrows and laying down our pride

He’s telling us our story, or at least his side

With no need to pretend and nowhere to hide

On a corner in Memphis

We’re singing out our sorrows

He’s telling us his story

With no need to pretend and nowhere to hide
On a corner… in Memphis

1 comment:

Gary Means said...

Awesome! Thanks so much for sharing it. I will find his music online and give a listen.