Thursday, 12 May 2016

Hallelujah in the city

Came across the following song sung by Joan Osborne, one of my all time favourite singers. It was written about seven years ago and I have no idea as to the intended meaning of the lyrics but they sound pretty Christian to me. This is from someone who sang "What if God were one of us?" and "Saint Teresa".

In an interview she talked a little about her faith:

"I remember very vividly being taken to church when I was young. I was raised Catholic until I was about 8-years-old, and was very captured by the ritual of it—the smells of the incense in the church and the very sombre rituals. I kept thinking that I saw Jesus walking around behind the altar and kept looking for him and thinking that he was hiding back there.

I remember telling my parents that I wanted to become a priest, and they told me I couldn't because I was girl. I remember being taken aback by that and very impressed with a sense of injustice, as some little kids definitely have that sense of injustice. I think that might have been the first crack in the foundation of my Catholicism right there.

But I was always swept away by the feeling of the spiritual space inside the church and by all of the trappings—the beautiful clothing and the lovely stained glass windows, and being very much a marker [that] this is a special space inside this church. This is where we come to do something different than we do in the outside world."

So the lyrics of the following song reflect some of that understanding of faith even if she didn't write the lyrics.

I have been unfaithful
I have been untrue
How'd I find the road that
Brought me back to you?

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

In this crowded city
I was so alone
Stranger to my own eyes
Heart without a home

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

On the riverside drive
On the red of night
In the churches of Brooklyn
Underneath the Chelsea lights
Up in Battery Park
And up in Morningside Heights

Hallelujah

Suns are in the sky now
Suns are in my veins
Throw me in the fire now
Love is what remains

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

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