Last month during worship-time at our church, the praise team asked the congregation, “if you could only sing (or listen) to one song for the rest of your life what would it be?” We were then supposed to simultaneously speak out the title of the song. I heard someone say Revelation Song, another said Jesus Loves Me, while others stood temporarily speechless.
I was one of the mute ones…
That’s a loaded question and it would take me more than a two-second prompt to come up with a reasonable answer. In the days following, I’ve thought a lot about it.
There’s so much good music out there and the idea of narrowing my choice to one song overwhelms me in a thought-provoking way. To really constrict it down I think a person has to self-evaluate, consider what season of life they’re in, and then select what speaks and resonates within their heart.
Years ago (as an early teen) I probably would’ve chosen something from Janis Joplin. I loved her raspy voice, and belting out Me and Bobby McGee to the top of my lungs always felt so powerful.
A few short years after that, I regret to say, I fell into the rap genre. I listened to a lot of Eminem, which has nothing to do with chocolate covered candies for those of you who may not be familiar, and let’s just say any title of his music is probably “Rated R”. Thankfully that choice of music style didn’t last long for me. I probably wouldn’t have ever became Mrs. Witt if it would have. Mr. Witt isn’t a fan, although he makes an incredible impersonation of rappers…in a mocking sort of way. (Those of you who read the blog and see him, should ask him about it! 😉)
In my twenties I converted over to country music. They always played it during “hair school” and I couldn’t stand it to begin with, but toward the end I had succumbed. The biggest problem with country music (for me) was that it invoked a desire to drink. And not that I would drink every time of course, but more often than not I’d just even think, ‘hmm this would make a great drinking song!’ or ‘a red beer sure sounds nice right now.’
In my later twenties though, when I finally had my come to Jesus moment, I completely gave up drinking—which meant Jason Aldean, Brad Paisley, and other such country music stars had to be kicked off my radar. I just didn’t trust that I had self-control to listen without a desire to drink, so it needed to be all Jesus and none of me or my selfish desires.
Okay so now as I’ve pondered the praise team’s question the past few weeks: If I had to listen to one song for the rest of my life, what would it be?
Well I would’ve said Big Daddy Weave’s song, Redeemed, had I been asked early in my Christian faith. That song spoke so deep to me when I was figuring out who I was as a daughter of the King of kings. It really helped shape me into a strong believer…
Now, however, as a longer committed follower of Christ, I’d have to go with Come As You Are by Crowder. I feel like I could listen, sing, (maybe even play on my guitar one day) that song for the rest of my life. I love it. I love the hope and peace within the words. I love how the lyrics are so softly invitational, yet solidly bold with truth and persuasiveness. I love how those words could bring a new believer to the altar of Christ for the first time, or offer a humble calling to a child of God who has unmindfully wandered wayward. And when we read the books of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John isn’t Jesus’ ministry saying come as you are—however you are?…This song of Crowder’s reminds me of the amazing hope and reassurance of God’s love and His acceptance of us—no matter where or what is happening in our lives.
What about you? If you were only able to sing or listen to one song for the rest of your life, what would it be? And why?
…As I say and (ask) all of this I’m randomly wearing a Beatles shirt today (LOL)
Check out Come As You Are below:
Also I have a disclaimer to make to my husband…just to give you a heads up before you get home from work—
I may…or may not have…got the Suburban stuck (temporarily immobile as you would say) out by the pasture this morning when I had to take Paige to school because her school bus got stuck on a muddy county road…so there’s that.
…And if that doesn’t make me want to revert back to my country music days (Brad Paisley’s Mud on the Tires) I don’t know what would…