THE OLD STUFF

I’ve been listening to OLD CD’s tonight… one is Robbie Seay’s debut indie CD (the one with the inspired straw-wrapper cross on it) which has one of my favorite songs: “All I Can Say,” written by David Crowder. (Dude. That CD is 10 years old, can you believe that? – I also listen to “Run These (bare) Feet,” frequently).

I remember the first time I heard Robbie sing, “All I Can Say.” The tears came pouring out in spite of my attempts to maintain my cool. I wondered when the songwriter crawled inside my heart and wrote out was was buried deep inside it. No offense to THE CROWDER, but this version is my favorite, not only because the barefooted kid from Waco sang it with all his heart that night, but whenever I listen to this CD, and in particular, that song, I am taken back to the night these words attached themselves to my heart forever and all the nights since that I’ve found comfort in them.

This song helped me take steps forward when I didn’t think I could move an inch because I knew someone else understood and gave words to my heart’s aching. Thank you, Crowder for sharing your heart and your words, and thanks, Robbie for giving them a voice that night (and tonight).

“All I Can Say”

Lord I’m tired
So tired from walking
And Lord I’m so alone
And Lord the dark
Is creeping in
Creeping up
To swallow me
I think I’ll stop
Rest here a while

And didn’t You see me crying?
And didn’t You hear me call Your name?
Wasn’t it You I gave my heart to?
I wish You’d remember
Where you sat it down

Chorus:
And this is all that I can say right now
And this is all that I can give

Bridge:
I didn’t notice You were standing here
I didn’t know
That was You holding me
I didn’t notice You were crying too
I didn’t know that
That was You washing my feet