Song Story

"Anyway"

Martina McBride

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6uLtyzRgmyI

You can spend your whole life building
Something from nothin'
One storm can come and blow it all away
Build it anyway

You can chase a dream
That seems so out of reach
And you know it might not ever come your way
Dream it anyway

God is great
But sometimes life ain't good
And when I pray
It doesn't always turn out like I think it should
But I do it anyway
I do it anyway

This world's gone crazy
It's hard to believe
That tomorrow will be better than today
Believe it anyway

You can love someone with all your heart
For all the right reasons
In a moment they can choose to walk away
Love 'em anyway

God is great
But sometimes life ain't good
And when I pray
It doesn't always turn out like I think it should
But I do it anyway
Yea - I do it anyway

You can pour your soul out singing
A song you believe in
That tomorrow they'll forget you ever sang
Sing it anyway
Yea, sing it anyway
Yeah, yeah!

I sing
I dream
I love anyway

Lately I have been listening the lyrics of different songs more intently, trying to figure out what the person must have been going through when they wrote it and then how God has been able to use that persons words and talent to minister to others life. The following song came on while I was working this morning and I wanted to share it with whom ever actually reads these posts.

The song is called "Courage" and it is by Super Chick. It stood out to me because I can remember the years that I too felt the same feelings expressed in this song. It is about a girl that struggles with an eating disorder and can't help but cry and plead out to God for the courage to continue to fight against it. For most of my senior year and freshman year of college I struggled through this. It was some of the darkest nights of my life and I can remember thinking that I would never get to a point where I wouldn't struggle.

Today my life is a testimony of a girl that has relied on God's strength to change my life. To believe that God has made me beautiful and lovely. That I am his precious daughter and he takes great delight in me took time and I often have to remind myself these truths but I am being transformed by the renewing of my mind daily.

The lyrics are below and I highly recommend listening to this song on youtube. Even if you don't struggle with this I am sure someone you know does.

"Courage"

I told another lie today

And I got through this day

No one saw through my games

I know the right words to say

Like "I don't feel well," "I ate before I came"

Then someone tells me how good I look

And for a moment, for a moment I am happy

But when I'm alone, no one hears me cry

I need you to know

I'm not through the night

Some days I'm still fighting to walk towards the light

I need you to know

That we'll be OK

Together we can make it through another day

I don't know the first time I felt unbeautiful

The day I chose not to eat

What I do know is how I've changed my life forever

I know I should know better

There are days when I'm OK

And for a moment, for a moment I find hope

But there are days when I'm not OK

And I need your help

So I'm letting go

I need you to know

I'm not through the night

Some days I'm still fighting to walk towards the light

I need you to know

That we'll be OK

Together we can make it through another day

You should know you're not on your own

These secrets are walls that keep us alone

I don't know when but I know now

Together we'll make it through somehow(together we'll make it through somehow)

I need you to knowI'm not through the night

Some days I'm still fighting to walk towards the light

I need you to know

That we'll be OK

Together we can make it through another day

God's Heart

The Soup Kitchen

by Pat Montesano

I don’t know why my speech is slurred

Or why I can’t pronounce some words

Can’t hold a job or write my name

Have no interest in money or fame

I just do the best I can.

I know some people laugh at me

They don’t understand what they see

Sometimes they point, sometimes they stare

At my wornout clothes, my shaggy hair

I’m a different kind of man.

But there’s a place, each day at noon

They have for me a shiny spoon

A pretty dish that holds my bread

A bowl of soup so that I’m well fed

Where I’m a happy man.

The kitchen people call me “friend”

They always say to come again

They shake my hand, take time to talk

Don’t mind that I stumble when I walk

They know I’m a lonely man.

The kitchen people welcome me

They don’t make fun of what they see

They don’t care ‘bout how much I know

They don’t even notice my hair or clothes

They think I’m a special man.

With trembling hands and eyesight blurred

The magic of their spoken word

Has helped me through another day

Given me hope, a new prayer to pray

“Help me be a better man.”

I’ve walked many an icy mile

To see those daily noontime smiles

To sip my soup and break my bread

With friends who care and see that I’m fed

Because they understand.

These people know they could be me

We’re all a part of this mystery

They know the power of love for friends

That, as they love me, so do I love them

I’m the kitchen people’s man.

Published March 6 1985 The Catholic Herald