Eu descobri Casting Crowns pela rádio. Who I am me incentivou a conhecer a banda e tudo mais. Suas letras, além de puramente cristocêntricas, são de uma produção admirável. Conheci essa música aqui, na universidade. Gostei dos tons melancólicos, mas nem imaginava o significado da letra. Não me contive, fui ao pronto-socorro da curiosidade (Sim, a internet) e achei.
Aí, a paixão por Casting Crowns ficou garantida.
Vale lembrar que no começo da banda, Mark Hall e sua turma escrevia para evangelizar os universitários de Atlanta. Hoje, o evangelho de suas músicas já alçança quase o mundo inteiro.
A canção, aqui, fala de uma garota que, atacada pelos ventos de dúvidas e desesperos circunstancias que acometem todos os seres vivos, em alguma esfera e em algum dia, busca soluções e respostas.
Casting Crowns dá a receita: Jesus.
She is running
A hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction
She is trying
But the canyon's ever widening
In the depths of her cold heart
So she sets out on another misadventure just to find
She's another two years older
And she's three more steps behind
CHORUS
Does anybody hear her?
Can anybody see?
Or does anybody even know she's going down today
Under the shadow of our steeple
With all the lost and lonely people
Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me
Does anybody hear her?
Can anybody see?
She is yearning
For shelter and affection
That she never found at home
She is searching
For a hero to ride in
To ride in and save the day
And in walks her prince charming
And he knows just what to say
Momentary lapse of reason
And she gives herself away
CHORUS
If judgment looms under every steeple
If lofty glances from lofty people
Can't see past her scarlet letter
And we've never even met her
(repeat)
We've never even met her
Does anybody hear her?
Can anybody see?
Or does anybody even know she's going down today
Under the shadow of our steeple
With all the lost and lonely people
Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me
CHORUS
He is running
A hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction
A hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction
She is trying
But the canyon's ever widening
In the depths of her cold heart
So she sets out on another misadventure just to find
She's another two years older
And she's three more steps behind
CHORUS
Does anybody hear her?
Can anybody see?
Or does anybody even know she's going down today
Under the shadow of our steeple
With all the lost and lonely people
Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me
Does anybody hear her?
Can anybody see?
She is yearning
For shelter and affection
That she never found at home
She is searching
For a hero to ride in
To ride in and save the day
And in walks her prince charming
And he knows just what to say
Momentary lapse of reason
And she gives herself away
CHORUS
If judgment looms under every steeple
If lofty glances from lofty people
Can't see past her scarlet letter
And we've never even met her
(repeat)
We've never even met her
Does anybody hear her?
Can anybody see?
Or does anybody even know she's going down today
Under the shadow of our steeple
With all the lost and lonely people
Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me
CHORUS
He is running
A hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction
(Casting Crowns)
Ps.: Ouvi, ontem...com o coração, do jeitinho que ele está...
Ei Lizia,
ResponderExcluirobrigada pela visita no meu blog!!!! Sabe que é bem vidas sempre né???
estarei sempre aqui :)
beijos!!!
Olá, Patrícia!
ResponderExcluirFico feliz por sua visita!
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