Killing Me Softly

I’ve never thought about this song in a spiritual context, but I imagine this must have been what it felt like to meet Jesus…

I heard He sang a good song
I heard He had a style
And so I came to see Him
And listen for a while
And there He was, this young boy
A stranger to my eyes

Strumming my pain with His fingers
Singing my life with His words
Killing me softly with His song
Killing me softly with His song
Telling my whole life with His words
Killing me softly with His song

I felt all flushed with fever
Embarrassed by the crowd
I felt He found my letters
And read each one out loud
I prayed that He would finish
But He just kept right on

Strumming my pain with His fingers
Singing my life with His words
Killing me softly with His song
Killing me softly with His song
Telling my whole life with His words
Killing me softly with His song.

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