Bulldawgy

All week long, I have been fretting thinking that I had to get a word out edgewise (on the blog) before the month of January ended. After all, everything that I say here is vitally important for your life and your happiness - who am I to deprive you of those things?

All that fretting, only to realize that I’d already done a January post. Sheez.

That being said, I am really going all out to spend the iTunes Bucks this year and I thought that I’d give you an update. I have spent a whopping $2.97 on three songs so far. You know about one, the other two are reaches into the 80’s refrigerator to pull out some finely aged 80’s musical cheese.

Thankfully, God has not yet chosen to stop my earthly aging process and I am getting older each and every day. The same follows for my children. A few weeks back, I spent some time being nostalgic regarding my children - and how they just seem to be growing up too fast. I harkened back to days listening to Wayne Watson, and his Watercolour Ponies song. A few clicks later, I owned it once again - in digital format. Personally, I think that it is a beautiful song - both musically and lyrically.

There are watercolored ponies
On my refrigerator door
In the shape of something I don’t really recognize

Brushed with careful little fingers
And put proudly on display
A reminder to us all, of how time flies.

But baby what will we do
When it comes back to me and you?
They look a little less like little children everyday.
Oh the pleasure of watching the children growing
Is mixed with a bitter cup
Of knowing the watercolor ponies
Will one day ride away.

Being a piano guy, you can guess (if you are at all familiar with 80’s CCM) that I was a big David Meece fan. Trained as a classical pianist, he tried his hand a CCM pop candy back in the 80’s and had fair success. One of my favorite songs of his is I can see. The song is alternately titled On the Road to Emmaus. It is a story of the disciples, after the crucifixion, and the time leading up to their realization that this man that was walking among them was Christ risen. Soaring vocals with layered strings and a strong concert grand piano. Mmmm Mmmmm - Tasty. It is now firmly planted in the iPod bag.

I can see who walks with me
I can hear who speaks my name
I can feel a stirring in my heart

How His words, His words ring strong and true
Like a once familiar strain
And I know I’ll never be the same

I can see

Grace and peace to you all.

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