Tell romance to go sit on the sofa for a minute because I wanna show you how we were meant for each other. And I don’t want you to get the wrong idea or anything. Give romance a nice, warm beverage and explain that you’ll be back in a few minutes. Everyone comfy? Good. Here goes…

You were designed with communication skills. You’re hard-wired, so to speak, for interaction with other human beings. Coincidentally (and thankfully) they’re hard-wired to interact with you. See where this is going? We humans share language along with emotions. And our five senses are the same no matter which language, ethnic background, or part of the world you identify with.

You don’t have a good excuse not to love your neighbor as yourself. But you also should let love be without hypocrisy. When you realize God created us to be there for one another, this is so much easier. We were meant for each other to watch out for one another. I know there will be some…many in fact…who simply won’t let you live in love. Or rather, they refuse to receive your love in the way you intend. What do you do about them?

Well, even if they hate you just because of your beliefs, or skin color, or heritage, you can still love them. Love them enough to tell them about the choice they need to make. Heaven or hell. Life or death. If you don’t love them, you won’t say anything. Apathy is hate. But that’s not you. Right?

God’s love is readily available to you. To anyone who wants it. If you already know that, tell someone else about it today. If you don’t already know that, tell me. I’ll be glad to talk to you about it because we were meant for each other, and…

We’re All A Part of the Song

I climbed inside my radio
And walked along the wires.
I heard the beat of timpani
And saw some distant fires…
Somehow, I feel this is where I belong.
It’s music, and I’m just a part of the song.

It’s analog, and it’s digital,
And it’s wireless remote.
It doesn’t run on batteries
‘Cause there’s life in every note.
It flies, and it always takes me along.
I go, ’cause I’m just a part of the song.

We’re all a part of the song.
Whether you like it or not.
We’re all a part of the song,
A part of this big melting pot.
If we’d open our eyes and just see how time flies,
We would see that we’re not here so long,
And we’re all a part of the song.

I jumped inside a compact disc
To seek the rainbow’s end.
I heard it in those colored lights
And felt the hard times bend…

We’re all a part of the song.

© 1990 Tony Funderburk

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