Why I am doing this:

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Anyone who really knows me would know that I could not live without music. Music can change my mood like nothing else! I have been writing my own songs since I was a little girl, and have decided that I don't want to keep them to myself anymore! One of the reasons I started writing lyrics is this: when I'm in a bad mood, or when I'm really sad I usually find some music that I like, and try to zone the world out. So many times I've been listening to something, and I've felt such powerful emotions! Love, gratitude, confidence, hope, the list can go on and on! I would love to know that someone else had a similar experience because of something I wrote. That is my goal! My biggest fear is that people won't like what I've written. I am terrified of rejection, but I read a quote once that said "Don't let what you cannot do interfere with what you can do." I've thought a lot about that, and I've decided that I cannot guarantee that everyone will love my songs, but I can compose. I can write. I can sing. I can play. And I can hear awesome harmonies! So, I'm not going to let what I can't do interfere with what I can do anymore! That is why I am here

Monday, December 22, 2008

Again, Someday (Dr. A's Song)

This song was written for a very special Dr. that I worked for that lost his life in a plane crash, leaving behind a wife and 7 children. This Dr. lived a Christlike life. Thank you Dr. A. I love you.

Disclaimer: the lyrics from the chorus are copywritten by Intellectual Reserve. I am contacting them for permission. Until then- I fully acknowledge I do not own the copyright to the chorus lyrics.

Again, Someday (Dr. A's Song)
partial © 2007 chelleblynn

It was an ordinary morning,
Just like any other day.
He gave the kids a hug, and he kissed his wife,
Then he had to be on his way.

No one could have known it would happen.
How their lives would change in a single moment.

The phone rang and she picked it up.
She heard "I'm sorry, ma'am, I'm sorry.
There's been an accident and I have to tell you
Your husband didn't make it.
Your husband is not coming home."

And she prayed
Lead me, guide me, walk beside me.
Help me find the way.
Teach me all that I must do to live with Him someday.
To be with him again, someday.

Another ordinary morning
To this woman so it seemed.
In despair she walks along the path.
How in death could He Redeem?

She wonders "How could this have happened?
How could the Son of God have died?"

She falls to her knees, grief surrounds her
As she stares at the open tomb.
She walks inside, sees His folded garments.
Her Savior is not there.
Her Savior has been taken Home.

And she prays
Lead me, guide me, walk beside me.
Help me find the way.
Teach me all that I must do to live with Him someday.
To be with Him again someday.

Said the angels to His followers
"Why seek the living among the dead?
Because He died on Calvary
All shall live again!"

So I'll pray
Lead me, guide me, walk beside me.
Help me fine my way.
Teach me all that I must do to live with Him someday.
To be with Him again,
Someday.

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