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Another Song Memory (Jeanne)

It's weird for me to think that my perception of childhood was that we weren't very musical . . . and yet I keep having memories of songs from my childhood! Yesterday the song "It's Me, Oh Lord" came to mind and I started singing it. What a blast from the 70s! 

 

I know we sang it as part of the worship music at St. Joan of Arc Church, but I also wish I could have a conversation with my parents about the words. It definitely stems from Matthew 7:3-5 about taking the log from your own eye before trying to remove the splinter from someone else's. (Actually, I say "definitely" because that's my own perspective. Perhaps I'm way off!) Anyhow, I can absolutely say that I need prayer. Every day, every hour of the day.

 

We sang this song a lot - mostly at church, but at other times, too. It's a good reminder that I am in need of prayer. I need God's grace, love, and mercy. I wonder what my parents thought about this song. 


Here's a link for anyone who's unfamiliar with this tune.


And here's a picture that is close to the era . . . perhaps more 80s than 70s. My mom and dad have been gone for a while now, but the lessons they taught and the example they lived remain in me and my siblings. 

Some of those lessons are good (honesty, hard work, saying "I love you," love of learning . . . ) and some are not so good (harsh words, guilt, avoiding direct communication . . . ). We all do our best, don't we?


Here's one version of the lyrics from Musixmatch. I don't remember "Aunt Bessie," but I'm pretty sure you can add any names or identities of people that you want. (Their lyrics go on and on . . . )

Standing in the Need
Song by John P. Kee and The New Life Community Choir
 
… It's me!It's me oh, Lord, I'm standing in the needI'm standin' in the need of prayerOh, hmm
… It is me!It's me oh, LordI am standing in the need of prayer
… Not on my mother (not my mother)Not my father (father)Not my sister (sister)Nor my brother (nor brother)
… But it is me, me, me, me, oh JesusIt is me oh, LordNobody, nobody but meI am standing in the need of prayerOh, Lord
… ListenNot my Aunt Bessie no, no, no, no!Not my friend nor my pal
… But it's me, me, me, meI'm standing in the need of prayerYeah, I'm sorryOoh

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