| Lonely Child Copyright © 2001 Rushing Waters Song History |
A lonely child leans against a rotting fence A chilled breeze stings his thinning face chapped lips split from unseen violence in warm blood his decayed teeth bathe Shredded shorts like butterflies fly Storm clouds darken the ashen sky A horrifying howl of misery echoes through the ruined streets Scattering the dirty rodents away to their filthy dens *Chorus* I know you have an infinite plan But how does this fit with your love for man I cry out to you pleading why Why he, unlike me, must suffer here, hoping to die O God, why'd you create him What's his purpose in life O God, how do I save him Is there a way to free him of poverty's evil plight The sun reclaims its array of light This boy crawls into his cardboard hut The storm weeps upon the countryside The water flows, his frail limbs shudder Pain stretches the child's thin face digging for ticks in utter disgrace Damp dirt clings to his bare skin The sorrow swelling from deep within Curling against the fragile wall His tears form a solemn waterfall |
Song History 5. Lonely Child Back |
Lyrics Brandon Willey Music Jeff Davis, Tim Trainor Brandon wrote these words after another trip to Tijuana, Mexico with the Central Christian high school group. Jeff and Tim set it to music after a lot of work, and the vocal line wasn't even complete until Jeff made it up as he played at a Jesus Chapel gig. It was recorded for "Purify" with Gabe Durben on the flamenco guitar leads. This is still one of our most intense and gripping tunes that we've turned out. Only maybe topped by "Daddy's Little Girl," another intense, but horrifyingly true tale (metaphorically speaking). Lyric thoughts from Brandon As mentioned above, I wrote this song first as a poem several years back when I was still in high school. Then in the spring of 2001, after going to Tijuana as a college leader, I revised and restructured the poem into a song. I struggled with this project for a long time because I did not want to lose the graphic descriptions of the scene that I witnessed at the building site. After much prayer God provided the rhymes and rythm to accomplish that. In making this into a song, I was also allowed to write a chorus and bridge where I could really throw out some of the questions I had for God at that time. |