Broken Hearts
I stood by my brother's hospital bed. He's had a rough run of it. Tough things have happened. 20 years ago, I wouldn't have had the tears I have today, 'cause I was as tough as he was.
God has done good things… great things. Too many times the church is careless of God's children. But I'm here to tell you that there is good news… to the broken, the addicted, the imprisoned, the discouraged. There is freedom. A burst of light. An unexpected release.
I invite you to look again…
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It's the story that draws me into the song. And, well, the Jesus story never gets old. I was… now I am. Let me explain. For nearly half of my life, I lived in terror of people finding out who I was. I hid behind alcohol--it made it easy. Then I discovered whose I was. And today? Listen to the music. It made me.
Music moves me and centres me. Rock 'n Roll revolted out of a generation refusing to accept the ordinary, challenging the status quo. It took the stories of country and wrung out the sadness, energizing them in ideas and ideals. My guitar and me sing for Jesus--and I stand firm in His love, His kindness, His acceptance for a mess like me.