This post from Flannelgraphs reminds me of an old Roberta Flack song, “Killing Me Softly with His Song”. Below are the lyrics and a link to the original soundtrack from 1973 on YouTube.
“Killing Me Softly With His Song”
[Chorus]
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him
To listen for a while
And there he was this young boy
A stranger to my eyes
[Chorus]
I felt all flushed with fever
Embarassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters
And read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish
But he just kept right on
[Chorus]
He sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me
As if I wasn’t there
And he just kept on singing
Singing clear and strong
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Don’t skip the video — the lyrics alone don’t do the song justice and Ms. Flack sings it so beautifully! “Killing Me Softly With His Song”.
Not all the lyrics express my feelings, but the idea that a stranger could so clearly speak the heart of another certainly fits.
Caitlin, the author of “Fixing Me”, shares her heart, story and faith with humility and eloquence. A teaser for the article follows. I hope you will take the time to click on the link highlighted in red below!
“What do you do when you’re angry with the Creator of the universe and the Lover of your soul? When you’re incredibly disappointed in your Redeemer and feel as though He can’t be trusted with the things, the people you treasure most? What does a professing believer do with that depth of confusion and spiritual chaos? . . .”
Source: Fixing Me – flannelgraphs – Dealing with faith and finding healing in the depths of loss.
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