When Princess Drewby was 4, she went to the preschool at our church. They had chapel time every week which was led by our youth director (at the time), Josh. Josh is a talented musician, so he always sang songs and played the guitar. One day Drewby came home from school singing a song which I immediately recognized, but she definitely had her own interpretation. It goes....Hallelu, Hallelu, Hallelu, Hallelujah; Praise Ye The Lord...and then repeats. Full of enthusiasm, my sweet little girl was singing it this way....Hallelu, Hallelu, Hallelu, Hallelujah: CRAZY THE LORD! Help Me Henry....the girl is calling Our Lord Almighty crazy. I couldn't help but laugh and laugh and laugh. Still to this day, I smile a big smile when I think about it or hear that song. You know, we humans, probably do drive the Lord crazy on a pretty regular basis; so she might not have been that far off base.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
More Garbled Lyrics
When Princess Drewby was 4, she went to the preschool at our church. They had chapel time every week which was led by our youth director (at the time), Josh. Josh is a talented musician, so he always sang songs and played the guitar. One day Drewby came home from school singing a song which I immediately recognized, but she definitely had her own interpretation. It goes....Hallelu, Hallelu, Hallelu, Hallelujah; Praise Ye The Lord...and then repeats. Full of enthusiasm, my sweet little girl was singing it this way....Hallelu, Hallelu, Hallelu, Hallelujah: CRAZY THE LORD! Help Me Henry....the girl is calling Our Lord Almighty crazy. I couldn't help but laugh and laugh and laugh. Still to this day, I smile a big smile when I think about it or hear that song. You know, we humans, probably do drive the Lord crazy on a pretty regular basis; so she might not have been that far off base.
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