I dig lyrics. Instrumental music has it’s time and place for my relaxation, but I like me some songs with words. They stick with me.
I have no gift for song-writing; believe me I’ve tried and it was not pretty. They were all mostly of the “roses are red, violets are blue” category. Speaking of, I can’t write poetry for crap, either. And I don’t know if you are like this, but when someone shows an amazing, I mean a GOD-ordained talent or giftedness in an area where I am talentless, it leaves me in awe. (Don’t even get me started on the dancers on SYTYCD.) And then when they USE that gift to point to the Creator? It gives me chills down to my toes. I feel that way about certain songs and their composers.
Sometimes I find a line or two in a song and pull it out of the rest, carry it with me and put it on repeat, over and over. There’s a song we sing at church called “What Joy is Found” by Vineyard/Jeremy Riddle (but, FYI, I like the way we do it at church better than the recording.) Some of the lyrics are simple, but divine. This juicy nugget was something I meditated on for a good week:
On Christmas Eve, I got to sing a fun duet arrangement of a little known holiday jig called “Joy to the World.” LITERALLY I’ve sung it hundreds of times in my life. Same words, same melody. But I got thinking about the refrain: