Wednesday, 12 April 2017

Take me to the alley

I am a huge fan of singer/songwriter Gregory Porter whose mother was a minister and who died when he was 21. You can see her influence in the lyrics of the following song. I am not sure if Porter has a faith but these words are spot on:

Well, they build their houses
in preparation for the King

And they line the sidewalks
With every sort of shiny thing
They will be surprised
When they hear him say

Take me to the alley
Take me to the afflicted ones
Take me to the lonely ones
That somehow lost their way

Let them hear me say
I am your friend
Come to my table
Rest here in my garden
You will have a pardon

Take me to the alley
Take me to the afflicted ones
Take me to the lonely ones
That somehow lost their way

Let them hear me say
I am your friend
Come to my table
Rest here in my garden
You will have a pardon

They will be surprised
When they hear him say

Take me to the alley
Take me to the afflicted ones
Take me to the lonely ones
That somehow lost their way

Let them hear me say
I am your friend
Come to my table
Rest here in my garden
You will have a pardon.

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