The life and times of a prodigal child.
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Story behind the song
April, who wrote the brunt of this song, wrote up at 3 in the morning and started writing the lyrics. Poor girl...
Lyrics
Here we see a small child
And as she sits there on the embankment
She hears You speak, in a voice so sweet
Telling her that You’re her love
And it feels so good
She feels so close
She feels Your presence
Her hands stretch out to the heavens
And somehow she finds herself where You are
There’s perfume in the air and she sings:
I’m just a baby Christian, yet already I have faith
I have a Church, I hear the music, hear the prayers
You are the air I breathe
I know it within me
You are always with me
She’s now a teenager
At times she sits on the embankment
Once or twice she may hear You call her name
In that voice so sweet
But she’s got other things
She has a boyfriend
She has school friends
She has fun, dance and a life
She don’t need You, She don’t need Heaven
In fact –You never existed
Merely a fragment of a childhood imagination
A machination
Just an idea and a bunch of stories
She’s completely lost track of Your glory
Her eyes glisten, her resolve just steeps in
She looks to heaven and says:
You see I’m not a Christian, I don’t need faith
I don’t need Church, I don’t need music, I don’t need the prayers
I don’t need You
I see it plainly now
Me is all I need
Me is all I heed
She’s now a young woman
And she feels the need to hear Your voice
But she’s way too busy to hear it
No time for the embankment
There is study to be done
Jobs and tasks to complete
Her mind is lost in the fog and she trips
But she just doesn’t seem to notice
The panic sets in and she loses hope
Her childhood was a fantasy
You’re not real, You never were
You were false and I was wrong to believe in You
She starts to hear her screaming
There is no hope, there is no life
This madness is all there is
Her own insane abyss
You see, I’m a perfect Christian
Yeah, I have faith
I have a Church
I have the music and I have the prayers
Just not You
But I don’t see it
I don’t need to
Here we see a full-grown woman
She knows children have imaginary friends
Perhaps that’s all You ever were
She’s working now – caught in the nine to five
She’s forgotten the embankment
All she says she needs is money
And maybe more lux and riches
Maybe, maybe then she would feel complete
She feels this hole that wills to consume her
Start to subside, goes to the side
Just maybe… Oh no,
And now she’s sounding crazy,
But the next man to come along might give her
Just what she needs
To make her feel complete
To once again feel sweet
Can’t You see, I’m a perfect Christian, see, I have faith
And I have Church and I have music and I have the prayers
Just not You
But I don’t see it
I don’t need to
See her? Yeah, that old maid
Her soul craves for release
Her husband and her children gone
She destroyed them long ago
Lost in the need for her own satisfaction
But as we see her sit on this embankment
She feels something so familiar
She hears a voice calling to her
It sounds so sweet – so tender and so loving
No! She’s undeserving!
She says she don’t belong in Heaven
Only perfect saints do
And angels and people who stay true
And men who throughout their lives
Had sacrificed a lot to get Your message sent through
She can’t look back up to You, says:
I was the perfect Christian, yeah, I had faith
I had the Church, I had the music and I had the prayers
But I turned from You
I chose not to see it
I didn’t need to
And still You call her
Endlessly she feels You knocking
Struggling to break through the walls she set up long ago
To protect the young girl whose innocence was stolen on that embankment
Stripped away by cold and unfeeling men
Until she was just as dead as they were
Yet You don’t seem to care that she broke Your heart
In her anger and her fear
She sees You stumble and she is horrified
She drops the nails and the spear that she is holding
Stunned and beholding
She can’t believe her eyes
She asks as she realizes
What’s going on?
What has she done?
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