I wrote a new song recently. Actually, I wrote two. (That was quite odd. Two in one day was a new experience for me.)
To be fair, these songs are not actually yet fully complete. I’m certain that I will tweak them musically as well we lyrically. But for the most part, two near-complete songs were birthed within the span of only a couple hours.
Even more special was the fact that one of the songs reminded me very much of a musician friend of mine, so I sent him the lyric to that song as well as a rough recording (because the melody was partly what reminded me of him), and he responded a while later just to let me know that the email and the song were sent at just the right time—a gift from God to him that day.
After I wrote that first song and sent it to my friend, Paul, I was listening to music and felt an overwhelming overwhelm-ment. (That should be a word, especially with the double Ms…) It was an amazing experience, actually. Quite literally moved by the music that, honestly, wasn’t even that good! 🙂
So I took that as a sign that it was time to play some more music.
And play I did.
Instantly out came another song. This one much more “my” style and feel. And the words were very personal; very meaningful to me. They may not be as much to another reader/listener, but I do believe the picture painted by the words of the chorus—and title of the song—illustrate well the reality of this life: it’s a beautiful mess.
Stains are bad. But stain is also good. (My dad makes beautifully stained furniture.)
Life is full of stains (those are bad) … but the sum of them often creates a beautiful piece of long-lasting, heirloom furniture.
We are beautifully stained—by our Maker, and by life.
A short post today… (and sorry, no music just yet!)
I present, Beautifully Stained
It was the moment you heard the news
The one you’d hoped for was gone
You would never be the same
No matter what would come
It was the moment you saw her face
Something inside you bloomed
This deep assurance within your soul
That she was made for you
These are the moments …
Live every moment
Embrace both the joy and the pain
Breathe deep and let it all in
Life fully lived is beautifully stained
It was the moment she took her first breath
And when he played his guitar
Happy hearts sang out laughing at play
Togetherness in the air
It was the moment the pain gripped her face
Another tough day with you
Angry tongues loosed their wearied fury
Nothing now you could do
These are the moments …
©2012 Greg Campbell