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BURNED BUT BEAUTIFUL Rebecca Martin
You wrap yourself around
me when the danger comes too near
You envelope me in your
safety
Though the flames are to
be feared
Your presence ever marks
me
Though the scars do their
part to darken me
You are the one who saves
me, unseen but always there
Singed but saved
Safe but broken Burned but beautiful
Sitting in your safety,
You’re standing by my side
Stroking me gently as you
push my fears aside
Father fully faithful Forever by my side
Silently protecting Your presence will ever abide.
Bright light illuminates
You You’re completely surrounding me
Your love
incomprehensible Protecting and
providing for me
My hand You cover, my heart You hold
My forever is always in
Your control.
From what I
understand, there was so much gas in the air that the whole room exploded. A
shelf that was above my head fell & landed on my head and I still bear the
small bald spot where it landed. In
shock we walked outside & the neighbors who had come out to investigate
called the police. I’ve been told that
my mother asked my dad if we would be ok & he assured her everything was
fine even thought my sister has told me she will never forget the smell of our
burnt skin & hair. You see we were
in shock at the point & weren’t really feeling the effects of pain quite
yet even though everyone who looked at us knew the situation was bad!
Two ambulances showed up and they
took my mom & dad in one ambulance, with myself & my aunt’s boyfriend
in the other. I’m sure they did that
because my dad could communicate with my mom who is deaf, but as a child, that
was just the beginning of the trauma that the next 7 weeks would hold for a
little girl who felt abandoned & alone with no parents to protect or
comfort her.
They took us
to the Toledo hospital and because it was 3 hours away from our home, my 2
grandmothers could only come & visit on the weekends since they both had
jobs. My parents shared a hospital room on another floor and said they were
only allowed to see me a few times during the stay. When they did see me, I
begged to be held by them, but because of the pain from the burns over most of
their bodies, my dad could barely hold me for a few minutes on his lap before the
pain became unbearable.
All of this I
understand intellectually as an adult. I know the details and the reasons for
all of this. But as an adult, I have no conscious memories of the explosion or
time in the hospital. This bothered me immensely & the older I got, the
more I asked God to show me what happened. I believed that the memories were
stored somewhere inside my subconscious brain and that God could bring them
back to conscious thought again if he chose to.
You see, I bore the physical scars that I had to look at every day on my
arms, legs & face, yet had no memory of how I got them besides one image
that was burned in my head. It was of the front of the house where the accident
happened. I pictured a long one story house and as a young adult, we went back
once to look at the house and the image in my head matched the reality of what
the outside looked like so I knew that for some reason my mind had retained
that one memory of the day.
Around the time I turned 40 I went to a
worship conference and during a time of music my eyes were closed because I
have found that is how I can concentrate the best. I saw a series of pictures in my head that
disturbed me greatly. First I saw a
hospital room with a little girl all by herself. Next a water bath where
bandages from burns are removed & the girl was alone in it. I knew the girl was me & that I was all
alone through the worst experience of my childhood. I wept and grieved for the following weeks as
I struggled to understand why God showed me this. Was it simply to reinforce
how alone I had been- unseen & unknown through my vulnerabilities as a
small child?
But about a
month later I was at a different conference with my husband for pastors &
spouses and it had been a few days of incredible worship & ministering to
my soul as well as simply resting each afternoon. We were singing together & again my eyes
were closed. The song that was playing
in the back ground was Good, Good Father.
Suddenly I flashed through a series of images that were almost identical
to the series of images I wept over a few weeks earlier at the worship seminar…
with a slight change to each.
This time the images flashed
quickly & went from a small girl being held on the lap of God the Father in the hospital
room, then standing beside the tank of
water holding the hand of the girl in the water, then back to the hospital
room. The girl is sleeping in a darkened
room & God the father is sitting in a chair pulled up to the side of the
bed, leaning forward as a concerned parent does, stroking her forehead. Those
images moved quickly & I was touched by them & given time to think
about them.
During the next song, the images
that came were of Jesus completely enveloping me a second before the explosion-
as if falling on me (in a sense) to save me & rolling me up into a small
ball & wrapping his arms & legs around me. This would explain why I have no recollection
of the explosion- I was kept from seeing it as well as much less scarring on my
body than the others in the room.
The last image was standing
outside the back of the house & looking at an incredibly bright
light/presence with the vague outline of arms extended outward & slightly
upward. The light was so brilliant but I
knew that he was there to protect us & was over all of it. I knew it was Jesus standing there with an
explosion of light.
This explains why I have always
had a vague image of the house (the only memory that I held on to all these
years). I am sure God’s presence was
there & whether or not I could see Him in that moment or if I could just
sense Him, it burned into my memory…. But all that was left in the memory was
the house behind. I’m convinced his holy presence imprinted the moment much
deeper in to my conscious than I can understand.
This series of visions was so
incredibly healing & in that moment I realized I had been asking the wrong
question all these years. I had thought
I wanted to remember what had happened, thinking that would somehow help me. But what God showed me instead was WHERE HE
WAS when it all happened. He answered the deeper question in the soul of a
terrified, lonely 3 year old girl who didn’t understand why it happened. And
the answer that satisfied & healed my soul was that Jesus the Son was there
with me when it happened and God the Father was there with me in the
hospital. I was never alone through any
of it even though I thought I was.
After seeing these visions, the
words to this song came to me quickly and easily. To paraphrase a speaker I once heard. ‘God can heal in a second what we in our own
efforts couldn’t fix in years of effort.’
The words to this song are personal and were given to me specifically
because inside my 40 year old body, was still the soul of a 3 year old girl. Someday I may know why it took that long for
God to show me that vision, but I am grateful I have seen it now. It completely
changed my perspective of life & situations and I can’t tell you how often
in the months and years since then that I thought of those pictures & how
much comfort it has given.
Trust & Obey
Lord I give You control
I trust You with my soul
You’ve never failed me yet
No matter what people have
said
You’re faithful & true
No matter what I do
Your love for me is real
No matter what I feel
So I choose to follow You
everyday
Making the most of the
choices that come my way
Staying firm on the path
that goes Your way
I chose to follow, trust
& obey
Yes I choose to follow,
trust & obey!
One
day a few years into our journey of adoption, I was praying earnestly for our
adopted son. I could see there were
certain key things that were important for him to learn & follow & so I
was focusing on those as I prayed.
I wanted to claim those truths for him &
have something that he could say or sing to remind himself of these
truths. I happened to be in the shower
when these words began to come to me. I
was so afraid I would forget them so I repeated the 1st part over
& over until I could get out & write them down!
This song came about as my
prayer that I wanted to sing with him together at night before bed that we
could claim together for his life. It
flowed quickly & easily & the tune was one that we sang accapella
together at bed with just me beating a rhythm out on my legs.
LAY
IT DOWN
Little boy, sleeping on
the street
Wraps his blanket tight
around his head
To keep the demons &
fears away
He wonders why he’s here,
what part he plays
What fault is his? He’s
filled with confusion & fear!
So he grabs control any
chance he gets
And holds on as if to save
his own life
His world is spinning out
of control!
But the tighter he holds
on, the looser his grip is
Til it’s all been taken
away
And one day he wakes up
and it’s all gone
And what’s left is a
little boy, who scared & thinks he’s all alone
So he builds high walls to
protect himself
Come weary one, Come lay it down
You fought so hard to
defend (protect) yourself
I’ve (God’s) got you
now, I (God) had you then
I’ve (God’s) been there
all along, to the very end
Give up what you think you
can control
So it will stop
controlling you
You can let it go, release
your fears to Him
Lay it all down, Let Him
defend you now, And begin again.
For almost 7 years I have watched our son (whom we brought in to our home to adopt 3 days after he turned 10) wrap blankets around his head at night when he gets in bed so that only a little bit of his face is showing. He craves the comfort of blankets around his head & the weight of many other blankets over his body in order to fall asleep. I’ve never known anyone else to wrap their head in blankets and it has always stood out to me as such an important piece of the coping skills he has developed due to the hard beginnings he had in life.
We have spoken very little about his earlier childhood,
but the pieces I have collected from his scattered memories and the few
documents we have, as well as the evidence lived out every day in his life,
paints a vivid picture of a child who learned to do everything he could to
protect himself.
Because the brain has been built to adapt to the
circumstances we are placed in, those patterns of thought and action that are
developed, especially at a young age, act as trenches that are dug deeper &
deeper each time a behavior or thought pattern follows the same route. The more times those thoughts & actions
are repeated over many years, the harder it is to retrain your brain to new
thoughts & actions.
Such is the life that we have lived as we have fought
with him & for him to develop new & healthier patterns in not only his
life, but ours as well.
Yet, in trying to help
him, it has become vividly clear that he is not the only one trying to control
those around him. I too have viscously
& fiercely tried to grab control as my life has felt more & more out of
control.
The beauty in this song and in our story is that the
truth sung about is for both my son & I and everyone else who has carried a
burden. If I can learn to give up
control, it will stop controlling me & I in turn, will stop trying to
control those around me. They too, can
learn to let God have control & my prayer is that we all would see how
weary we are, & that we would lay our burdens down.
There is a little child inside all of us that carries
wounds and fears and our tendency is to build the walls high around us. But God had us during our darkest, hardest
times, he has us now and He always will.
He invites us to lay down those burdens we’re carrying.
Requiem
for a Lost Life
A moment ago the world
seemed normal
But then they came with
news that changed your life.
Now life will never be the
same
cause they chose another
path that brought you pain.
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As your world silently
implodes within you,
Right is wrong and up is
down
Or so they try to tell
you; They’ve misled you
You feel your mind
crashing & spinning, your stomach is churning
Your heart has
stopped; Your future has died.
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Chorus: Precious
One, I was with you
Long before you knew the hurt
I was standing by your side
Precious one, I’m still with you
Holding you steady when your world has
fallen apart
Precious one, I’ll be with you
Though others have failed you, I’ll never
turn away
Precious one, I’ll protect you
From the enemies on the outside & the
enemy within.
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There was a time when life
seemed normal
But now you’ll share the
news that changed your life
And you wonder what others
will say about you
What they will think, how
they will judge?
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And all of the shame &
the pain & the blame are swirling
Around you & you
wonder what others will think.
The truth & the lies
& the gossip are so overwhelming
Will the pain ever stop?
Will you have peace? 6/24/21 7/4/21 Evana
(RLM)
Even when life does not
feel normal
Hold onto truth: God is with you
A dear friend of mine called me one day with news that
was life-changing for her. It came out
of nowhere because she accidently found out before she was supposed to.
I don’t know exactly how she felt or how her heart was
breaking, but I did get a small picture of the grief she experienced. As I sat thinking, praying & grieving for
her one day, the words flowed onto the page as I imagined myself in her situation.
I realized that the reason the grief was so deep is because her future (as she
had imagined it) had just died, but there would be no closure through a
funeral. Instead, she would have to find ways to cope even as she wondered how
people would see her.
But the message I felt God
speaking into the situation was that she was so precious to Him. She might have
felt like she was being abandoned & set aside by someone who once was very
special. But God was declaring how precious she was to Him, no matter what she
had done & been told.
God was there in the past,
before she knew the hurt.
He was still with her
& would continue to be with her.
And he would be her
protector & provider,
not only from those who appeared to be her enemy,
but the enemy she might become to
herself.
Satan tries to get us to
believe we are at fault, we are to blame & so we begin to become our own
worst enemy. But God declares we are
precious & that He will protect us.
And you just need to hold
onto the truth that God is with you through all of it.
REDEEMED
Torn apart, Broken down, Frozen dreams, failed attempts
Lies believed, fears that
freeze,
Life gone wrong then truth
revealed
Joined together, built
back up
Dreams made new, successes
won
Truth believed, trust that
frees
Life made right when truth
redeemed
Lord I believe, that you
can see
All that I can be, when I
am free
From all the fears of what
may be
Til I chose to see all you
have for me
Lord you have come, you
have redeemed
You have made right all
the wrongs against me
I give my life, I give my
flaws, I give my all just to be redeemed.
Everything felt so scattered as I looked back at what our
family had become & as I reflected on other families who were going through
struggles as well. After writing the
first verse I tried to write the opposite & claim the truth.
Fear has played a major part in my life the past 7 years
and I knew that it was the biggest thing that was controlling me. Fears that
weren’t even rational or logical. So I began to claim the truth about God that
I knew, but couldn’t feel in the hopes that someday I would feel them as well
as know them.
I
knew God could see what I could be, even when I couldn’t. Even when all I could
see was what was right in front of me. I would trust him & look to Him to
show me the truth & then to accept me, flaws & all in order to redeem
me.
How much
longer O Lord?
How much
longer must we wait?
When the
promise seems so distant,
Yet the heartbreak so
close at hand.
Our hope is gone, our pain is great!
Yet you, O Lord please come awake-
The plan you have is great indeed-
Your love for me!
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Our story
is one of old
Of grief
& sorrow too great to hold!
You alone
can carry it-
If we but trust you to
bury it
‘Neath mountains of un-quenching
love
Our voices joined in praise above
Of your unfailing grace & peace for me!
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Hope only
rises from the deepest pain
And love
overcomes our grief & shame
To God
alone our praises rise
Your Word & truth will
be our guide
You calm our fears
You hold our tears
Though every trial seems many miles
Of endless sorrow
We hope for tomorrow….
Friends of ours had gone through
several terrible losses in regards to children. On one particular day, my
husband called me to tell me that they had just found out more devastating news
in regards to an adoption that would not be happening as planned for these
friends.
I happened to be
baking bread that day & as I went back to work kneading the dough, I was
praying for them to know God’s peace. I
began pleading with God, asking him how much longer they would have to wait
& suddenly words began to form in my head that were powerfully saying what
I sensed they were feeling. I had to
stop what I was doing & go write these words down because I knew there was
something holy happening. Then I went
back to work & it happened again.
Several times I had to stop what I was doing in order to bring forth the
words flowing through my mind onto paper.
Later
in the day, I knew that there was something very powerful & special about
this song & that if God had wanted me to have those words enough to stop me
in my tracks already, than he might also have a tune he wanted to give me to go
with the words. I sat down & sure
enough, the song flowed out to match the words almost effortlessly!
Now
just to clarify- I had written songs at different points in my life but never
had God given me a song like he did that day.
When I write songs it’s usually very hard work to come up with the words
& the tunes are incredibly hard for me to find.
So I know that
this is not a song that I wrote, but simply a song that God gave me to pass
on. At the time that I wrote it for them
it felt very unfinished, like there was a chapter waiting to be written. But as
life often does, another chapter did open up for them after a period of
mourning & waiting. And God
continues to calm our fears & hold our tears as we hope for tomorrow.
PROMISES
Oh God of mercy, You have
spoken
You can save this dream of
mine.
You gave before but it’s
been taken
Please redeem what’s been
denied.
Truth, Love, Trust, Hope
Reveal Your truth
Fill us with love
Help us to trust
Put our hope in You
Oh God we know your word
is truth
We know your way gives
life
No one comes to the Father
Except through His Son
Help us to trust &
give us hope
In You O God
We want to trust in Your truth…
(back to chorus)
But the struggle comes
when it seems like that thing has been taken away- especially if it was
something that we believe God gave us.
Or worse, if we believe God has promised it, but it doesn’t come to
fruition- at least not with our timing!
Our friends were going
through this & they had been incredibly brave to invite others into their
journey as they struggled with the willful decisions of a family member that
contradicted their dream of life for this person.
Relationship had been
broken and as I prayed for their family these 4 words seemed to be at the heart
of my prayers for them: Truth, love, trust, hope.
It was my plea & my
prayer for them. You see, when we go through valleys, sometimes we need help
praying because the words seem lost & meaningless. And sometimes our hope
is gone that anything will change or improve. And it is in those moments that
we need our faith community to come around us & fight for us- to claim
God’s truth and love on our behalf. And to pray that that we could trust again
& have hope.
I often think of the man
who came to Jesus asking for a miracle for his demon-possessed son. Jesus tells
him everything is possible for the one who believes.
The father’s responsive is
so honest & one I have cried out myself many times. “Lord I believe, help
my unbelief!’. How often do I believe
with my head, but I struggle to believe with my heart?
The words of this song are
sung on behalf of everyone who believes, yet struggles with unbelief. It is for
anyone who is struggling with broken relationships. May you take this song as your own to cry out
& plead with God for restored relationships.
FLY
Help me to have open hands
with him, God
So when he flies away I
don’t damage his wings
May he fly free & far
for you our Lord
May he always remain true
to you
He was ours for many days,
now it’s time to let him fly away
Fly free, fly far fly for
God’s glory
I’ve held him close for
many years
Now it’s time to release
all my fears
Fly free, fly far, fly for
God’s glory
I’m grateful for the time
you’ve given to us
Though it seems so short
now that we’re through the thick of it
The years have flown by
and it’s been worth every minute of it
What will I do without him
in the midst of us?
I was yours for many days,
now it’s time to let me fly away
Fly free, fly far fly for
God’s glory
You’ve held me close for
many years
Now it’s time to release
all your fears
Fly free, fly far, fly for
God’s glory
While before me stands a
man
Yet in his eyes I see the
child he was
The boy within the man
Holds a piece of my heart.
Wherever he goes- I go
My son was taking a weekend trip to visit his girlfriend & her family in another state. I had been really struggling with the fact that my time with him was limited to only a few more years (at most) before he would move permanently out of the state & out of our everyday lives. I admit, there were feelings of jealousy for the other woman in his life as I saw that I would no longer be the most important woman to him.
At the same time, our second son was beginning
the process of looking at colleges and I could almost audibly hear the clock
ticking down the time when our house would no longer have the sound of 3 boys
living their busy lives among us.
I began writing a very
selfish song, with the idea that I would ask just one thing of my sons. I wanted it to be that he/they would come
back to me. But as I struggled with that
idea, I knew I couldn’t write that. I knew I had to give my sons back to the
Lord who so graciously allowed me to borrow them for these years. I have known that all along & have tried
to keep my hands open in regards to our children but sometimes the temptation
is to pull them close & not let go, especially when they’re anxious to
leave!
For many years we (mostly
I) have raised monarch caterpillars & watched them become butterflies. I have found it to be one of the most
miraculous & amazing transformations to be a part of & I find so much
inspiration in it. The picture came to mind as I recalled how careful we had to
be when getting the butterflies out of the container for the first time after
they had changed forms. Touching or
holding their wings would damage them permanently so they wouldn’t be able to
fly away, which would be a shame for such a beautiful creature & would
render it unable to survive.
Instead, we had to place
our fingers near the feet & gently nudge the butterfly so that it would
step onto our fingers. Then we could
carefully & slowly lift it out of the container. Once they felt the sun hit their wings, it
wouldn’t take long for them to take flight & fly, sometimes far away, but
often to the first available tree or bush to rest & regain strength for the
next part of the journey.
I’m finding the same is
true for raising children. The process
to get there is so long & tedious & you wonder if it will ever end when
you’re in the midst of those early & middle years, just like the seemingly
never-ending focus of eating leaves for the caterpillar who simply eats &
grows.
Then our children hit the teen years & you
realize it’s similar to them changing from a caterpillar to a butterfly.
Everything looks & feels different!
And suddenly, much faster than you expected, the metamorphis has
happened right before your eyes and it’s time for them to fly away & you
have no control over how fast or far they will fly.
So while I want my
children to come back to me, I realized that day that my deepest wish for them
is to do what God has called them to do.
They were each created for a very specific purpose & what I have
tried to instill in them is to do everything in their power to follow the path
He leads them on & to remain faithful to Him. In doing so, I will be with them forever in
the end, even if we are apart on this earth.
And if they do what they are called to do, then I will have done what I
was called to do which is raise young men who love God more than themselves.
And yet, even as they are becoming men, I still see my
children at every age they have been when I look at them.
And some days, depending
on what they are saying or what we are talking about, I see the innocent desire
to please mama in their eyes. It’s such
a beautiful & wonderful moment when it happens and I remember that my
little boy is still inside the man he has become.
Hallelujah what a Savior!
You have blessed us beyond
measure
Your grace astounding- how
far you reach
To save the lost and the
forsaken
Even when they don’t know
they’re out of reach
Hallelujah what a Savior! Hallelujah what a friend!
Glory to my Lord and
Savior! Highest praises to the end!
O Lord we glorify Your name we lift on high
Our voices raise to praise
you always
Our grateful praise we
raise With faith we all
proclaim
Your loving kindness is
for everyone
When I finally got the courage up to introduce this song
to our worship team, I didn’t even put my name on the song, I guess because I
didn’t want to be embarrassed if they didn’t like it or if it just didn’t sound
good. One of them asked who wrote it & the other person said she knew it
& started looking it up. I had a
moment of panic as I wondered if I had accidently plagiarized a song by hearing
a tune & thinking it was my own!
Thankfully it turns out I didn’t!
The first time our congregation sang it, I didn’t mention
I had written it either. As we sang
through it the first time, a few people sang along, but when we went though it
the second time, I was amazed at the way people were singing it out, loudly
& confidently! This was only the 2nd
time they had heard the tune & yet they were already worshipping through
it!
Then it hit me.
The dream I had as a child to be a singer & have people singing in
front of me- it was happening right then!
It was such a surreal thing. I felt like I was living my purpose in an
intense way that I never had before! It looked different than I imagined it,
but it was like destiny being fulfilled.
To be doing what I was created to do &
have others singing a song I had written… it was so fulfilling! That was a
confirmation that this was a God-given song of worship & was going to be
used for His glory.
What have I done and now
what should I do?
The easy answer is get rid
of you
Shame overwhelms me &
fear overcomes me
Now I must run and hide
what I’ve done
This doesn’t make you
unloveable
I want to live, I hope you
do to
Please don’t call me a
mistake
My life has meaning, so
does yours
I know you’re afraid,
please be strong & brave
There is help to get us
through this
Who gets to decide which
life is worth, more than the other?
I have the right to
choose You have no right to
refuse
More than this life will
end I’ll lose all that I’ve worked for (2x)
I am a person, not just a
problem for you
Please give me a chance to
live a long life
You could learn to love me
if you would look me in the eye
Feel me inside you and
know, I don’t want to die there
You have the right to
choose I have no right to refuse
More than my life will
end, you’ll lose (2x) (a piece of yourself)
Our life together, our joy
together,
our future together, our
love together
I am a person, not just a
problem for you…
Thank you for my life
Thank you, thank you,
thank you, thank you
In the summer of 2021, the idea of this
song came to me. It was one that would tell the story of a woman facing an
unplanned pregnancy, along with the story of the child inside her. This idea implanted itself inside of me &
it ruminated for months as simply an idea with no words or tune.
In the fall, I went to a fundraiser
banquet for our local Pregnancy Support Center & this feeling that there
was a song that needed to come from this idea became even more urgent within
me.
Then
in October the words & music were born in a rather short amount of time. It begins with a hauntingly beautiful tune
which symbolizes the conception of this child and returns throughout the
song. Next, you hear the intense, almost
harsh music & words of a person in conflict within themselves.
The things I imagine a
woman might say to herself & about herself in that moment of panic when she
realizes she is pregnant. I have not been in this situation, and even though I
had planned to get pregnant with our son, the moment I saw the positive symbol
on the pregnancy test, I felt panic as my first thoughts were ‘What have I
done? My whole life is about to turn upside down!’
I
can only imagine how much more intense the terror would feel when you don’t
have the emotional or financial support of a husband! We are human & we must allow for human
responses that our choices elicit. Of
course a woman in this situation is going to freak out! We must be willing to hear a woman express
her fears & assure her she is not unlovable because of this.
The child’s voice assuring
her is an ironic twist as it is usually the parent comforting the child. But as
a mother told me recently, when she became pregnant unexpectedly, the child
within her actually gave her a reason to live which she had previously lost, so
in a sense that child saved her mother’s life.
I hope everyone who hears
this song will never again call a child ‘a mistake’ because those words hold
power over a child’s heart throughout their life. Those who conceived you may
have made a mistake, but that does not make the child a mistake! I cannot stress enough how passionate I am
about making sure children know they are not a mistake and that their life has
meaning.
The line ‘There is help to
get us through this’ is to let women in this situation know that even though
they may feel alone & afraid, there things in place that can help you
through this. Pregnancy support centers, churches full of people who will help
with finances and supplies if you decide to keep the baby as well as adoption
agencies who will help you place your baby with another family if needed. Even though it will not be easy, the
resources and people are there for those who are willing to ask for help.
The song then goes back to the mother’s
perspective as the cry I have heard in the media so many times has become
almost a war cry of women. “I have the right to choose!” is heard throughout
our nation.
But then the songs shifts
one more time back to the child and what they might say if they could. The
voice of the child reminds us this is a very real person, not just a
problem.
There is absolute
submission & resignation in the voices of the children who sing that ‘You
have the right to choose. I have no right to refuse’ because everyone knows
that in this country the woman has all the legal rights and the child within
her has none.
Here is the most powerful
part of the song for me: Everyone who sang on this track are all children whose
biological mothers were in situations of unplanned pregnancies. The world would
have looked at their situations and said they had every right to terminate the
pregnancies of these children. I was
very specific in who I chose to sing because I wanted to make sure that the
song was authentic & true to the message.
These children remind us
of what they will lose if the choice is made to end their life before they are
born. We’ll lose our lives together, our joy, our future together, and our
love.
The part of the song I
knew needed to be included was the voices of these children saying thank
you. I personally know all these
children and the impact their lives have on me and their families. Their
stories are real and powerful and speak to me in such a powerful & deep
way.
This song is not a
condemnation of those who have chosen abortion. Those without sin cast the
first stone & that is certainly not me!
No, this song is given as
an encouragement to those who are considering their choices in regard to the
life that is growing within them.
To see that even though it
is an incredibly hard thing with drastic consequences to choose to go through
with a pregnancy & then either raise that child or give them up for
adoption, there is meaning & purpose in it.
I and the children who are
alive today because their mothers choose life, as well as many adoptive parents
are grateful that this choice was made.
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