The Story - Brandi Carlile

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you

I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
Yeah you do and I was made for you

You see the smile that's on my mouth
Is hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you

É perfeitamente possível reduzir esta música a um mero sentimentalismo. Mas a mim parece-me mais funda do que isso. De facto toda a nossa circunstância seria apenas um conjunto de acontecimentos, toda a nossa vida seria um mero encadeamento de histórias, se não houvesse alguém que lhe desse um significado. Sem encontrar Cristo, então a nossa vida seria nada.

Só Ele desvela e exlica toda a nossa vida. Mas Ele não se encontra no éter, não é uma "força", é um homem concreto, que chega até nós através de pessoas concretas, em momentos concretos.