Beyond The Music
The Story Behind the Song, “Just Stay”
Life to me is like one great big University. We left the side of God (our Dad in Heaven) who is perfect and incredible, to come here to our imperfect parents, who love us, or at least they should, and we get to live “out-side of the house” so to speak. This is the experience that we have all been waiting for! This is why we came. But sometimes it’s like being on vacation in a place that you don’t want to be anymore. All that is good has an opposite side.As I see it, life is about cleaning up after ourselves and then feeling good about it when we are all done. Thanks to our Savior that really is possible. You know the old saying: “you can’t know the sweet without knowing the bitter.” Life does have some pretty sweet moments. Especially with the ones you love. I think it’s harder to watch the ones you love go through the hard times and the mistakes than to go through them your self. That’s where this song came from. All those feelings of hope for those you love.
I wrote this song as I felt the separation from someone I truly cared about. Actually I’ve felt this feeling for a few people now, but in particular this one woman that I care so deeply for. She is so bright and so incredible that watching her throw her life away on things that would not bring her any joy was hard to watch. There’s a story in the Bible about a man that traded his birth-right and inheritance for some food because he was hungry at that moment. He traded what was most precious to him because he couldn’t see the great future that he had ahead of him. He traded what he wanted most for what he wanted at that very moment. I felt as though she was also doing this. She kept telling me “don’t worry…I’m a big girl…I am fine.” But I could see the pain. I just didn’t understand where all that pain was coming from.
My heart ached for this lady in my life as I watched her distance herself from me! It was though she was uncomfortable even being around me. Maybe, looking back, it was because I tried to muscle my way back into her life by reprimanding her decisions out of “love”. Part of my mistake was my ego in thinking that I totally understood what she was going through. I had no idea. Later on I began to learn the importance of walking in other’s shoes first before throwing out my self-righteous banter. I pushed her away. She had been through so much that I hadn’t known about. No wonder the Lord tells us not to judge, only forgive.
Either way, it still hit me to the core to see her walk away. She walked away from me, and everything that I believed would and should bring happiness to her life. In the height of this emotional time I remember telling her under my breath as she walked away from me to “Just Stay” and talk a little longer. I wanted so much to tell her to not go. There was so much more to say and so much I wanted to share.
In truth it isn’t my great wisdom that I wanted to share with her, but a light that had ‘come on’ in my own life. Years prior to all this happening I remember being at an all time low. I was “lost” and very confused about life my self. I had this hate inside for other people and especially myself. I was angry and really disappointed about things. Depression was a constant companion. I was making choices that were taking me from the peace and joy that I know are now possible. I denied a lot of things. Actually, I even denied being an “Osmond” because I didn’t want anyone to associate me with anything “good” that I would have to live up to.
Then came along a wise person, not a perfect man, but someone who cared enough to not judge me. He just said this, “You know son, life’s hard to understand when you are always looking down.” I got what he meant! For all the good that can come in life there is the bad right along with it. What are you looking at? What are we focused on? Do you focus on the Dark or the Light? What ever you focus on is how you will feel. I was looking down at the terrible things and then doing things that weren’t bringing me any joy because I didn’t see who I really was. So who are we? The answer came when I stopped looking down and started looking up. I know that we are kids of a real Heavenly Father that loves us. If we will “Just Stay” and soak up some of the light and peace that the world can’t offer us we really will find joy no matter what’s going on in our lives, and no matter what has happened in the past. Just Stay in that light, and life will make more sense and real joy will come.
The Story Behind the Song, “I Might Find Some Comfort Here”
Okay, this is where I have a hard time breathing and the memories flood in.A few years ago a great friend by the name of Rick was working with me to complete a building that I was working on. (I’ve been doing the “real estate thing” for the past 12 years to be able to afford my ‘music habit.’ Well, Rick was and is a great friend. We got to know his great little family and grew to love them very much.
One hot and very memorable day Rick didn’t show up. I wondered what was going on. I then received a phone call that haunts me to this day. It was Rick. He was at the hospital. He had accidentally backed over his daughter with his car.
No amount of words can describe the horrible scene that was in my head as he wept in agony looking for some kind of comfort. Over the next couple of days this beautiful little girl named ‘Heaven’ returned to her Heavenly Father.
I was asked by the family if I would sing at the funeral. I can’t tell you how difficult that was. They asked me to come up with something. I of course said yes, and went to work arranging some hymns. After the funeral I gave Rick and his wife a huge hug and told them that I would love to write a song for them. They were gracious and said they would be honored.
I have struggled for years to find the right words. What do you tell a parent and how do you sing about this kind of tragedy to bring comfort to them? Year after year went by and finally I built the home where my studio now sits. I love having the studio in my home because I get a ton of inspiration late at night.
One night as I was tucking my little girls in bed it hit me as I was walking through the door of their room. I turned around and just stared at their little beds as I sat there silently in the doorway. What if they weren’t there? What if it had been my child? My eyes welled up with tears as I thought of Rick and others that have walked by their children’s empty rooms. I was again devastated by the thought. I walked down to the studio and fell to my knees and offered a prayer to God to comfort those who are dealing with such a tragedy in their lives.
The words to this song and the song that follows it “This is Heaven” came right to me. I could hear it in my head and I couldn’t write fast enough to keep up with the inspiration that I was feeling.
The first song of the two, “I might find some comfort here” was my feelings of a Father or Mother that look to Heaven and ask why as they try to gain the understanding and comfort that can only come from God. As I was writing the music behind the lyrics I questioned if what I was writing was good enough. I struggled to even like the sound of my own voice at the time. I needed some time to think. It was a Saturday and I thought I might want to go down to the Mall and just walk around… (This is a ritual that my wife Heather has trained me to do with her.) Any way, I got to the Mall. I started walking and I really thought that this song I had written the night before was not good enough or perhaps it just didn’t hit the mark. I was a little frustrated.
As I was walking out of the Mall I noticed a middle aged woman walking somberly down the middle of the isle. She was walking in the opposite direction that I was and she was clutching a big stuffed “Sponge Bob” doll. I thought it was a bit interesting that she was holding on to the doll so tightly, but more than that I could see in her eyes a look that was so sad. The light came on for me. I felt as though I should talk to her. So with my enthusiastic grin and a quick step to get in front of her I said: “Nice Sponge Bob doll!” She walked past me for a few steps and then whipped around and said, “Thanks.” We just stared at each other for a second. I felt a little uncomfortable and tried to think of something to say. She chimed in to save my further embarrassment. She told me it was a doll for her grandson. She said that he just loved Sponge Bob cartoons. All I could come up with is “so do I” and then she hit me with the real story. Her daughter had just died a few days ago. She was trying to comfort her son and those around her as she herself did all she could do deal with this great personal loss.
I was stunned. I was in the mall looking for inspiration and then this wonderful lady came walking down the mall. So, I told her about the song I was writing. She asked me to sing a little bit of it to her. I did, and she just started crying. We talked and talked until an hour had gone by. Her poor husband who had been waiting in the car was walking through the mall frantically trying to find her. What he found was two people crying, and hugging each other. He was a little unsure of what to make of me at first.
She explained the meeting and then asked me to tell him of the song and songs I am writing. Pretty soon we had 3 people in the mall crying and laughing and hugging. It was one of the neatest Spiritual feelings I have ever had. What an incredible blessing it is to look at someone and tell them of your belief and faith that life has a greater meaning than meets the eye. I got to hear their heart felt story of how comfort had only come at this time from God our Father, and they knew that.
I felt reassured that I was on the right path with this song. I have had so many other experiences since then that have fortified in me a belief that there is life after death. In fact there is no death in Christ, just a passing from one state to another. Life without God would be meaningless. Our love does not die at the passing of a loved one. No, God in all his wisdom has given us this life to grow and love together. We will be together again after a short while. This life is but a fraction in time compared to eternity. I really know this is true. Comfort can be ours and God will give it to us if we ask him.
The Story Behind the Song, “This is Heaven”
If you read the story before this one you know that this is part 2 of “I might find some comfort here.”The story follows a tragic day of the loss of a loved one.
I have given a lot of thought to this subject. What would it be like to walk through the “pearly gates” or the Veil that separates us from our loved ones? What would it be like to have that veil lifted and we could see what Heaven looked liked? We could see all of those that have gone before us. How incredibly awesome and fantastic would it be to see that the ones we loved were doing just fine? How about doing great? What would it be like to walk up to them and hold them again and know that we will never have to leave their side again? Everything is perfect and everything is whole and good at that perfect moment.
That’s what this song is all about. That first look into the eyes of the one you lost. That first hug and the tears of joy. That feeling of remembering what they were like and the beauty that they brought to your life. There they are, standing in front of you and you are together again!
For my dear friends Rick and Mona, this song is also dedicated to you and to anyone that looks forward to that day. The title “This is Heaven” is an obvious play on words in the remembrance of that sweet little girl of theirs named “Heaven” who passed away.
I believe that those who are on the other side of this veil that separates us are very aware of us. I believe that they are just fine and doing great! They are without pain and suffering and they are surrounded by extended family that we didn’t even know we had! Man that’s going to be one heck of a reunion!
I believe that they are lovingly taking care of our separated family member. They probably look at us and wonder why in the world we are so sad. Of course the separation is miserable for us. So, in this life we must rely on faith. We must “live on Faith” as my song says, until we don’t need faith any more, because we will be living on the “Knowledge” that life really does go on! That the plan of God “was right” and that we were never really that far from each other. Yes, the plan of God is to ‘never have to let go of each other.’ What a comfort that brings to my soul.
I love my family so much and couldn’t bear the thought of being without them. Life is not as temporary as it seems. That’s great news! The word “Gospel” means “good news” and that is the best news of all to me.
I try to spend as much time with my family as I can. I know that we can be together forever. As one of my favorite hymns states, “oh what comfort this sweet sentence gives, I know that my Redeemer lives.” Thanks to the incredible sacrifice of our Older Brother and Savior Jesus Christ, we will also rise as he did. We will have the opportunity to be together with our loved ones and experience joys far beyond anything we can even imagine in this crazy life we are living here on Earth.
I know this is true.
- Jared
The Story Behind The Song, “If I Could Be There For You”
I often wonder why some of the best material comes during the middle of the night! I have to say that usually when things are going great in life there is a tendency to “party”, and when there is a challenge I tend to ponder. This was one of those pondering moments.I have felt so connected to this song in particular. I love little children. I absolutely have such tender feelings for them. It was on a night that I was really dealing with some personal discouragement and frustration that the lyrics and music came for this song.
I was moping around thinking of these “little” problems of mine. Isn’t it interesting how problems are relative? Some of my problems are my relatives… (kidding). Anyway, my problems are nothing compared to some. I am so grateful for that. On the other hand it is really difficult to catch reality some times when you live in “luxury” compared to some.
So, I sat down in front of the television in the basement one night. This was back in the year 2005. It was an interesting night. Right at about 2 a.m. there really isn’t much on the tube. I found my self surfing through the channels and I stopped on a scene that will forever be engraved into my soul. You know those programs on television that focus on the most horrible scenes of life in Africa and then ask you for help. You know I have always just skipped right past those channels. I just never wanted to look because I always felt so helpless and frustrated to watch these horrible pictures. I also wasn’t sure where the money was going to go. I was a little skeptical and guilt filled. 
But, this night was very different for me. As I got to this channel, I was so overwhelmed as I watched this scene unfold. The man that was doing the documentary told the story of the two children that he was focusing on. These children had lost their mother to AIDS and their father had abandoned them years earlier. (By the way…Some men don’t deserve the air they breathe. If you desert your family you are worse than dirt.)
Any way, there was a 5 year old little girl and a two year old little boy. I arrived at the channel just as the man was telling us of how this little girl is now the “mom” to the baby boy. I watched as the little girl tucked the toddler into his garbage sack…yes, a garbage sack or bag of some kind. She was so tender about it. It was amazing to see her tenderly stroking the boy’s head as he lay on the dirt with this bag covering him like a blanket. She then laid down by him and cuddled up to him in the night air. She was living under some kind of make-shift shelter next to the garbage dump.
In the morning the camera crew followed the two children. The little boy was sick and his stomach was bloated. She softly took his little hand and talked to him. She then led him to the top of a garbage heap that they were living next to. She then went to work, along with many other children that were there, to find this little boy some breakfast. She found a little piece of corn that was old and had bugs on it. She carefully wiped it on her own clothes to clean it off and then handed it to him to eat. She was so kind to him and again stroked his little head as he ate it, as to comfort him. I watched in absolute horror. My eyes could not hold back the tears.
I had a little 5 year old girl and a 2 year old little boy at the time. Truthfully, I am paralyzed with fear at the thought of my children crossing the street by themselves! I couldn’t imagine how this could be happening. Why are we so clueless to this? Or, maybe we know and rationalize it off because we are going through our own “Big” problems. Whatever it was, my heart knew that things had to change in my own life.
So I resolved to start in my own little way. I was so overwhelmed with emotion that I called the organization that made that video and made a pledge to help. It was a small gesture, but this organization, which by the way is really doing some good things, really inspired me. Then I got on my knees and prayed for help to do something to help, and to understand “what” to do to help these little children.
Going on feelings alone I made a plan. I felt that I needed to do something in my little corner of the world. So if you can picture me standing at a white board in my office, it’s very late, and after crying and praying, I vigorously writing ideas down in my pajama bottoms. Wow, if only my friends could see me through the window. I was a real site! I may have looked ridiculous but I felt and feel empowered. It dawned on me that if we all did a little than great things would happen. One brick at a time the wall to could be built to mend the problems.
Now this may be idealistic, but we must believe that God can make up for our imperfections and shortcomings. If I just commit and do what I know I can, than I believe that I will be doing what God wants me to. I figured that I just needed to do my part. A song seemed like a good place to start.
What do I want for these little kids? I made a list of what I really wanted and then it turned in to a song. The list went like this:
Loving Arms around these little ones.
A warm embrace to comfort them.
The simple Gift of food.
God’s Good Grace to be evident in their lives.
No more sadness… only a bright future.
May these little children find light when things are dark
Then it hit me as I was writing the song that this is what I would do for them if I could. At the end of the song I changed it from “would” to “will” do. If I can touch one life a day then the power of compound “interest” will be in my favor. One will turn in to hundreds a year.
I have a neighbor that spends most of her time in Africa. She is the founder of “Mother’s Without Boarders.” She is committing her whole life to taking in orphans and loving them and blessing them with that list of mine above. I presented this song to her the other day. She just sat there and wept. She lives this song! She is happy woman because she is a living example of true Christ like love. I hope if you get a minute that you will take a look at there website www.motherswithoutborders.org and see what an amazing impact she is having. She is worth supporting!
What ever we do is up to us. The only real challenge is to get behind a good cause and “do it.” God didn’t bless up with all this abundance for us to turn our backs on his other kids. These other kids are our Brothers and Sisters that are in need. I ask you to look inside and DO something right now. Don’t wait for the next inspiration…just commit and I promise you that you will feel better about your own life. Just commit and together we will make a difference to at least one right now.
May God Bless You,
Jared
The Story Behind The Song, “Here I am”
This is a hard subject to write about. It’s about relationships, especially between people that care about each other.Isn’t this the part of our lives that can bring so much joy or so much pain? Nations have gone to war over relationships. People have left behind fortunes over love and relationships. And sadly, people throw away some of the greatest parts of there lives when they leave a loving relationship that has happiness written all over it.
We all have this incredible need to connect with someone and experience love on a level that is greater than ourselves. I’ll tell you right now…I feel that kind of love for my family! I would die for them if it were necessary. I believe most of us feel that way about our families.
I remember that feeling I’ve had after having a newborn child in my arms. It is so incredible! I understand the greatness of love that God must have for us. I would do anything to protect that child. This kind of love is so hard to describe.
Love is the greatest thing in life. It is so painful when you feel a relationship going poorly. The loss of love, for any reason, is heartbreaking. It is especially painful when you are the reason for that loss.
When you sacrifice that love for something else, something less… that’s when the real pain sets in. It’s sufficient to say that relationships are what rule our lives to a certain degree or another.
Now, I know I’m starting to sound like Dr. Phil here, but I’m trying to get to the point. Here’s what made me feel the inspiration behind this song:
I began to understand my relationship with my wife a little better this year. You see, she’s perfect and I am a slob. She really is smart, funny, talented, beautiful, spiritual, and did I say “right all the time?” Any way, I love her very much. Truthfully, she is above me and I admit it. That’s OK with me. A happy wife equals a happy life. Besides, I assert my manhood by demanding my own space for my shoes in the closet. She actually gave in.
All right, I’ll get serious.
After examining the inner workings of this crazy thing called marriage. I have come to the conclusion that there isn’t a more sacred and beautiful thing than this relationship.
I watched as one of my closest friends walked away from five children and a beautiful marriage to chase what he believed to be “a new life”. The saddest part of all this was the obvious devastation to the peripheral people in his life. His children’s and his wife’s hearts were shattered into seemingly irreparable pieces.
A few years later on in life he realized what he had done. As he awakened to his private Hell, he realized that the forgiveness process for him would be difficult with these people he walked out on. He explained the feelings he had and the incredible sorrow he felt as he went back to this woman and his children and tried to convince them of the change in his heart. He went on bended knee to ask forgiveness.
It reminded me of my relationships. I know how it feels to admit I was wrong and try to “clean things up.” Those words “I’m sorry” are difficult to say sometimes.
I think of how hard it is to say those words when I am feeling the disappointment of my mistakes and sins. When I pray and think of my Savior Jesus Christ I am filled with gratitude for all that he has done for me, and the remorse inside for all the pain that I added to His infinite Atonement because of my mistakes and sins.
The words of the song are reminiscent of those feelings of trying to clean up a relationship with my Father in Heaven as well as the relationships with those I love all around me. “Here I am” is written from the heart.
~Jared
The Story Behind The Song, “Look to Him”
Well, this song’s an obvious one. As you can tell… I believe in God. So, what’s the inspiration behind this song? Let me lay this on you.Years ago, about 15 or so, I was involved in a really cool and emotional service. I was involved in helping and teaching people about Christ. You guessed it, I was a missionary for my church. We “Mormons” love to get out and talk about life!
So, what was so unique about that experience for me was that I was teaching the Laotian people that lived in Minnesota. We, (the missionary companion I was assigned with and I,) lived right down town in Minneapolis. I stayed in the same area for two years. We lived in a tiny apartment next to the housing projects. It was an interesting two years to say the least.
So we got out there and did what we could to speak their language and just get to know them at first. We would do all kinds of service for them and the experience was extremely rewarding. Of course, I missed a few things while I was gone. When you leave your family for 2 years you’re bound to miss a few things. I missed my brothers wedding. I missed my sister’s wedding. And…, I missed my girl friend’s wedding. It was a tough 2 years. But, I married the sweetest and most beautiful girl on earth a few years later… so don’t feel too bad for me there.
Any way, back to the story, I met the most incredible lady as we were teaching and serving these wonderful Asian people. Her name was Khamla. She was about the age of my mother and just as kind and sweet as they get. We were visiting her in an area of Minneapolis that was “Asian Central.” I loved it! Great people! She was living with a few other people and was; like most of the Laotian people, so generous. She fed us like we were the most important guests ever to walk into her home. She was a great cook!
In one of our first meetings with her we found out some of her background and learned her story of coming to America. All of the Laotians have incredibly difficult stories to tell of the Vietnam War and of the internal struggle they faced in their country of Laos. Her story really caught my attention though. She started off by naming her children and telling us something really special about each one of these 7 kids. I was excited to hear about it. After all, my mother had 7 kids. She went on about the incredible children and family life they had and then the tears came rolling in.
Khamla told us that her husband left to fight in the war that was going on internally in their country as the Communists were taking hold. She said he never came back. As the Vietnam war raged on through parts of her territory she, as so many others that were feeling the awful effects of war decided to run to Thailand to escape the war and live in a refugee camp until the conflict was over.
She told us of how her village hired mercenaries to guide them through the conflict and get them across the river to Thailand. She packed up what little they could carry and then she and her 7 children all under the age of 12 left into the jungle. As she traveled they were ambushed within the first day. She watched as her two oldest sons were shot and killed. They had no choice but to march on and get to the other side of the Mekong River that separated the two countries.
With an extremely heavy heart she went on and eventually got to the river. They made quick rafts and tried to cross. They crossed at a very swift part of the river and as they were struggling to get to the other side the raft that two of her daughters were holding on to came apart and she watched as they were swept down stream never to see them again.
In the Thai camps they lived in for several years the remaining 3 small children that were with her died from disease and sickness. She spent the next years there alone before coming to America with other relatives.
My heart could barely stand to take any more. She wept in front of me and I was struggling to find the right words. I too was so filled with emotion and sympathy that I couldn’t hold back the tears. All I could do is hold this woman’s hands and tell her that I knew her children lived and that God had a plan.
She wanted to understand more. She believed there was a God and was anxious to hear our message of this plan to be together again. I remember telling her that when you’re heart is lost and lonely and there’s no comfort to be found in this life… “Look to Him” (meaning God) and there you will find purpose and healing. She kept telling me that she was broken inside and that she was so alone. Again I told her that God knows that you are broken and he can and will heal his kids. That is were the lyrics of this song came from. It is applicable to all of us. We are all “just big Kids” inside and we all could use a little healing from time to time.
The one thing that this two year experience really taught me is that people are the same no matter where we come from. We are all struggling from moment to moment. And, we; regardless of race, religion, color or background, are children of a Father whom we can look to find peace and understanding. We just need to Look to Him and I know he will be there.
~Jared
The Story Behind The Song, “Innocent Ones”
A little while ago I rented an apartment to a young lady that had a small and very adorable 2 year old son. I have a few places that I rent out around town. Being in the rental business helps me afford my music “habit.” The music business isn’t necessarily the greatest when it comes to steady income. This young woman, about the age of 21 really caught my attention. I had a feeling that she had some other problems in her life, but I really felt compelled to rent her the place. My suspicions turned into reality when I caught her using drugs on the property a few weeks later. I thought about evicting her but my heart was turned to her little son and her pleas to stay in the apartment worked on me. I told her to get some help and that I would be checking in to see how she was doing. It was so hard to see this little boy and know that his greatest example in this life was a drug using mother. I was very unsure of what I should do and I wasn’t acquainted with any way to really help her. I was naive and my heart is sometimes bigger than my brain.One evening on my way back home from the gym (sometimes I work out late at night after getting my kids to bed) I drove by this little apartment building. It must have been about 10:30 PM. I felt the need to stop by and see how this lady and her son were doing. I tried to convince myself that I should just go home, but the feeling to stop by was so intense in my heart that I pulled over and walked up stairs to her apartment. As I walked down the narrow hall way from the back porch I could hear a sound that I will never forget. It was the little boy. I knew it was him the moment I walked in. He was whimpering inside the apartment. I knocked and knocked on the door and called out to him repeatedly. Still, there was no answer. I noticed that the door had been re-keyed and I didn’t have a key.
I “carefully” broke down the door to my own apartment and went inside. This tiny little studio apartment was filthy dirty. I have never seen anything like it before. All the furniture had been turned over and the place smelled like a sewer. In the corner of the room was this sweet little 2 year old boy. He was crouching down in the corner with fear and he was in terrible shape. His diaper probably hadn’t been changed for over 2 days and there was vomit all down the front of his bare chest. He had been eating cat food to survive. His hair had been pulled out in the front of his little head from being jerked around by his mother’s boyfriend, and the side of his face was black and blue from being beaten. He had cigarette burns on the top of his hands.
I called the police, the state, and everybody I knew that could help me with this little boy. I spent the next few minutes before the police arrived to help clean and comfort this child. He was so small, so sweet and so perfect. My eyes were so full of mercy for him and so full of hate for his mother. Truthfully I wanted to hunt her down! But, my hate turned to something else. After she was arrested and the boy taken permanently out of her care I began to understand something about this 21 year old “disaster” of a young lady. She sobbed as she told me her own story of being abused as a child both sexually and physically by her father. She spoke of the nightmare that she called her childhood and told me details of growing up in those circumstances. My hate for her turned to pity and compassion.
She was devastated about the loss of custody for her son but was relieved that she would not be the source of pain in his life any longer. It was a sad story all the way around. As I shared this story with one of my dear friends in the days that followed I was shocked to learn that he was the victim of abuse as a child. It doesn’t end there. The stories kept on coming. So many people that I know have told me about their devastating experience with this subject. I have had my eyes opened to the reality that there are so many that have gone through this and live with pain from the past.
There is a message in this song for the abused child and the abuser. For the abused child it is a message of hope and a declaration of their innocence. “It is not your fault.” For the abuser there is a strong message to “look into the eyes of that little one and turn this around.” If this has happened to you in the past then you know how scared you were to just be alive. This is wrong, and Christ himself reserved his strongest language for those that would hurt these little ones in any way when he stated “But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea” (Matt. 18:1–6).
Christ loves these little children and it was evident in his every day life. When the disciples of Jesus attempted to restrain the children from approaching Him, He declared: “Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God. “Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, he shall not enter therein. “And he took them up in his arms, put his hands upon them, and blessed them” (Mark 10:14–16).
This song was difficult to write because I wasn’t sure how to tackle the topic. I hope the message comes across as it was intended. I hope and pray that each of us will take a stand and look out for the little ones around us. We must not turn a blind eye to what’s happening.
If you have been through abuse I pray that God’s great love and mercy will be with you to comfort you and bless your life. If you are abusing a child I beg you to seek help. There are programs where you live if you have the courage to stop. Email me if you want me to help you find the resources you need. I will gladly assist you! If you won’t stop then I urge you to take a closer look at that passage in Mathew 18 again and follow the instructions!
