Much of the music we hear on the radio today is saturated with elicit drug use, casual sex, violence and other bad influences that are hurting our society. Every once in a while, however, there is a rare gem of a song that encourages you to rise above the coarser parts of human nature and be a better person. This blog features some of our favorite uplifting pop songs along with what they mean to us.

Feel free to leave your own interpretation as a comment!

Sunday, August 1, 2010

"The Hand Song" by Nickel Creek

I once heard someone say that people's perception of God are often created from their relationship with their parents.  As I think back on my own life, that seems to be true.  That certainly puts the importance of good parenting in perspective.  Parents quite literally act in place of God during those formative years of raising, nurturing and teaching their children.  Rather than getting angry at a child for a careless mistake they have made, instead wouldn't God choose to use that moment to teach the child and set their moral compass to point true north.

As the old adage goes, children certainly do learn what they live; and no matter how astray they may go in life, I believe they never forget those lessons they learn on their parents' knee.  There is no greater, more important job in this world than faithful mothers and fathers who teach their children of love and duty and sacrifice.  Those children grow up to be our great, principled leaders that strive to make this world a better place for everyone.  Those parents could never receive all of the thanks they deserve for their quiet, unobserved, daily efforts.

"The Hand Song" by Nickel Creek

The boy only wanted to give Mother something
And all of her roses had bloomed
Looking at her as he came rushing in with them
Knowing her roses were doomed
All she could see were some thorns buried deep
And the tears that he cried as she tended his wounds

And she knew it was love
It was one she could understand
He was showing his love
And that's how he hurt his hands

He still remembers that night as child
On his mother's knee
She held him close and she opened her bible
And quietly started to read
And seeing a picture of Jesus he cried out
"Momma, he's got some scars just like me."

And he knew it was love
It was one he could understand
He was showing his love
And that's how he hurt his hands

Now the boy's grown and moved out on his own
When Uncle Sam comes along
A foreign affair, but our young men were there
And luck had his number drawn
It wasn't that long till our hero was gone
He gave to a friend what he learned from the cross

But they knew it was love
It was one they could understand
He was showing his love
And that's how he hurt his hands

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