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My husband, playing an old Jars of Clay song a few weeks ago.



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Theme Songs: The Meme

Okay, so Blest tagged me for this meme ages ago. Like, August maybe? But I was pregnant. And tired. And this meme really required a little thought…and I meant to do it. And I started it, and saved it, but never finished it until now!

So, here’s my seriously delinquent meme.

1. If you could pick your own theme song, what would it be?

I’m gonna have to go with Boondocks, by Little Big Town. It’s pretty much the story of my life… :D

I feel no shame
I’m proud of where I came from
I was born and raised in the boondocks
One thing I know
No matter where I go
I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks

And I can feel
That muddy water running through my veins
And I can hear that lullaby of a midnight train
It sings to me and it sounds familiar

I feel no shame
I’m proud of where I came from
I was born and raised in the boondocks
One thing I know
No matter where I go
I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks

And I can taste
That honeysuckle and it’s still so sweet
When it grows wild
On the banks down at old camp creek
Yeah, and it calls to me like a warm wind blowing

I feel no shame
I’m proud of where I came from
I was born and raised in the boondocks
One thing I know
No matter where I go
I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks

It’s where I learned about living
It’s where I learned about love
It’s where I learned about working hard
And having a little was just enough

It’s where I learned about Jesus
And knowing where I stand
You can take it or leave it, this is me
This is who I am

I feel no shame
I’m proud of where I came from
I was born and raised in the boondocks
One thing I know
No matter where I go
I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks

Give me a tin roof
A front porch and a gravel road
And that’s home to me
It feels like home to me

I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks

You get a line, I’ll get a pole
We’ll go fishing in the crawfish hole
Five-card poker on a Saturday night
Church on Sunday morning

Say a little prayer for me

2. Now be honest…if others had to pick a song that described you, what would they choose?

I wasn’t sure about this one, so I asked my husband. He says Happy, by Matthew West. Hrmmm….

3 o’clock tripping down the sidewalk
Looking like a fool with a pocket full of questions

I was, living in a worry
Moving in a hurry
In the wrong direction
But then, suddenly it hit me
Doesn’t really matter ’cause I got You with me
I think I don’ t have to be so down, down, down, down, down

I should be happy
I should be happy
I should be living up these days
Just like I know who runs this place
Now that you found me
I should be happy

3:30, got a little dirty
Fear stuck its foot out and I tripped on the same lie
That voice screaming into my head
Pushing me to play dead
Saying, “don’t you even try”
But how can I claim to be free
When I carry more chains than the world when they see me?
I don’t wanna be the fool who stays down, down, down, down, down

Now I’m not talking ’bout a smile so fake
While the world takes pictures 24/7
I just want my faith to be a little more real
What you see is what you get
What you see is how I feel

I should be happy
I should be happy
I should be living up these days
Just like I know who runs this place
Now that you found me
I should be happy

(Emphasis mine. I certainly think that tripping down the sidewalk sounds like me…:P)

3. What song would be/was the first dance at your wedding?

Well, there wasn’t any dancing at our wedding, but if we’d had a first dance song it would likely have been Bless the Broken Road, by Rascal Flatts. That’s pretty much been our song….

I set out on a narrow way many years ago
Hoping I would find true love along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn’t see how every sign pointed straight to you

Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

I think about the years I spent just passing through
I’d like to have the time I lost and give it back to you
But you just smile and take my hand
You’ve been there you understand
It’s all part of a grander plan that is coming true

Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

Now I’m just rolling home
Into my lover’s arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

4. What song gets stuck in your head most often?

That would have to be Peaches, by the Presidents of the United States of America. Any and every time the word peaches is mentioned, or I have peach cobbler, or peaches are served at school, or I pass canned peaches in the store, I have to sing this song.

Movin to the country gonna eat a lot of peaches
Im movin to the country I’m gonna eat me a lot of peaches
Im movin to the country I’m gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin to the country I’m gonna eat a lot of peaches
Peaches come from a can they were put there by a man
In a factory downtown
If I had my little way Id eat peaches everyday
Sun soakin bulges in the shade

Movin to the country I’m gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin to the country I’m gonna eat a lot of peaches
Im movin to the country gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin to the country gonna eat a lot of peaches

I took a little nap where the roots all twist
Squished a rotten peach in my fist
And dreamed about you woman
I poked my finger down inside makin a little room for a ant to hide
Natures candy in my hand or can or a pie

Millions of peaches peaches for me
Millions of peaches peaches for free
Millions of peaches peaches for me
Millions of peaches peaches for free

Weird. Very weird. I know. It doesn’t matter. It’s true.

5. What song would you want played at your funeral?

I definitely want Your Praise Goes On, by Chris Rice. The first time I ever heard this song I knew I wanted it played at my funeral…which I suppose is a bit weird. It is a gorgeous song though.

The moon is high and the sunset fades
The lullabies have all been sung
We’re tuckin’ in another day
And stars appear now one by one
But the stillness moves and the silence yields
And not a single beat is lost
You can hear the chorus in the fields
Taking up where we left off

And Your praise goes on, rising to Your throne
Where You guard us while we dream
Past the stars they fly, Your praises fill the sky
‘Til You wake us with the dawn
And Your praise goes on

Now bring your warmth, O morning sun
Chase the stars and the moon away
And wake us with your brightest song
And add our voice to your refrain
Now rise up everything that lives!
Flap your wings and leap for joy!
Oh forest lift your arms and sway!
Clap your hands you ocean waves!

And Your praise goes on, rising to Your throne
Where You bless our toil and play
Through the clouds they rise, Your praises fill the skies
‘Til the setting of the sun
And Your praise goes on
And when my final breath You lend
I’ll thank You for the life You gave
But that won’t mean the praises end
‘Cause I won’t be silenced by the grave!

And Your praise goes on
I’ll be runnin’ to Your throne
With every nation, tribe and tongue
To Your arms I’ll fly
I’ll gaze into Your eyes
Then I’ll know as I am known

(Emphasis mine.)

Is that not beautiful?

Okay, so it’s time to tag. I tag Samantha. I think she’ll like this one. And Christy. And Laura. And Amanda. Have fun!!

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Have You Heard This One Yet?

And if so, do you say ouch as loudly as I?

Which Jesus do you follow?
Which Jesus do you serve?
If Ephesians says to imitate Christ
Then why do you look so much like the world?

Cause my Jesus bled and died
He spent His time with thieves and liars
He loved the poor and accosted the arrogant
So which one do you want to be?

Blessed are the poor in spirit
Or do we pray to be blessed with the wealth of this land
Blessed are they that hunger and thirst for righteousness
Or do we ache for another taste of this world of shifting sand

Cause my Jesus bled and died for my sins
He spent His time with thieves and sluts and liars
He loved the poor and accosted the rich
So which one do you want to be?

Who is this that you follow
This picture of the American dream
If Jesus was here would you walk right by on the other side or fall down and worship at His holy feet

Pretty blue eyes and curly brown hair and a clear complexion
Is how you see Him as He dies for Your sins
But the Word says He was battered and scarred
Or did you miss that part
Sometimes I doubt we’d recognize Him

Cause my Jesus bled and died
He spent His time with thieves and the least of these
He loved the poor and accosted the comfortable
So which one do you want to be?

Cause my Jesus would never be accepted in my church
The blood and dirt on His feet would stain the carpet
But He reaches for the hurting and despised the proud
I think He’d prefer Beale St. to the stained glass crowd
And I know that He can hear me if I cry out loud

I want to be like my Jesus!
I want to be like my Jesus!

Not a posterchild for American prosperity, but like my Jesus
You see I’m tired of living for success and popularity
I want to be like my Jesus but I’m not sure what that means to be like You Jesus
Cause You said to live like You, love like You but then You died for me
Can I be like You Jesus?
I want to be like my Jesus

~Todd Agnew

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