Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dear Me , by - Nichole Nordeman. Song from the album Nichole Nordeman Collection, in the genre Release date: 27.08.2020
Record label: Sparrow Records;
Song language: English
Dear Me |
| 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 rear-view 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 |
| And love, love, love, love |
| As you have been loved |
| Love, love, love, love |
| Like it’s your own blood |
| Love, love, love, love |
| As you have been loved |
| Love, love, love, love, love |
| Like you have been loved |
| Love, love, love, love, love |
| It’s all about love! |
| Love, love, love, love, love |
| His name is love |
| Love, love, love, love, love |
| 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 |