Monologue Seven)

Roger E. Bruner

Jun 29

[from the 1974 Christian musical Song of Plenty]

Monologue Seven:

GIRL (continuing letter). . .

God IS a God of plenty! He filled me with his complete presence. I rushed to the front of the room ad collapsed at the speaker's feet in tears. One by one, my new friends came to me and put their arms around me. They were crying, too! They were happy--for me.

I glanced up at the cross out of mist-filled eyes and. . .no! it can't be. . .I imagined I was two people. One was nailed to that cross, dead. The other had been lifed up to God's side and was safely enveloped in love and peace.

Then I looked at my friends, and I told them that the old "me" was dead now. With God's help, the real "me" could live and start to grow.

Song:
[You may listen to a recording of this song here and you may hear the entire musical here.]

Look at the outer me I wear for public display.
See the side that seems to show the sum of all my good.
Me that's got and got looks so full
And me that's fancy looks so happy,
But me that's complex can't tell that
It's not the real me I see.

Look inside at the me I keep hidden.
See the side that seems to show how small and empty I am.
Stripped of my outer self
So I can see what God knows is me:
Rough and simple and in need of love's complete refining.

About this Song:
Roger-2021
This song is the honest confession of someone who recognizes that the life she's been living on the outside may appear great to other people. But in reality it's empty and small. The singer acknowledges that only God can remake her from the inside out, and she's not just willing--but desirous--of having Him do that.

What about you? Do you need God's help in becoming real, too?

I write Christian novels as well as songs. The two most recent ones are shown below and their pictures are links to the Amazon pages. The eighteen-book picture is a link to my Amazon Author Page.

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Best regards,
Roger