Christine (The Unexpected Call)

Do you have a Jonathan — or a Ruth — in your life? Someone who was just... there. Always. Just like our heavenly Father. This song is for those rare ones. The ones who stay. Regardless. And always. 🕯️ PS: If you were reminded to share your appreciation with the Ruth, or the Jonathan in your life - send him or her a message today and tell them. Or share this song: LYRICS: There’s a girl I used to know Back when the world was small Summer meant the porch swing And the mockingbird’s call. I gave her something once When we were young and wild A leather-bound book With the gold worn mild. Then the years rolled on Like they always do Hermine in the cradle Little Tommy too. Sunday nights got busy The long-distance lines went cold But some flames don’t die They just wait to catch the wind. She called me on a Tuesday Twenty-five years late The number on the screen Made my whole heart wait. She said, “Ruth… is that still you?” And the kitchen filled with LIGHT— Like a candle in a shuttered room Finding heaven through the night. Twenty-five years gone Not a moment passed Some things… Were built to last. We met down at the market Over on Elm Street The place I stocked the shelves After school each week She walked in slow With that old book to her chest Lord, that leather still looked Holy and blessed. She said, “I kept it through the years On nights I couldn’t sleep Sometimes I held that book Just to hold something deep.” “I never found the answers Like I thought I would But I remembered who gave it And that always did me good.” A small flame ain’t gone Just because it burns low Sometimes all it needs Is somebody to open the window. She said, “Ruth… is that still you?” And the kitchen filled with LIGHT— Like a candle in a shuttered room Finding heaven through the night. Twenty-five years gone Not a moment passed Some things… Were built to last. We sat where the dogwood used to stand She held a page of questions in her hand. She said, “There’s nobody left I can ask these things Nobody who won’t laugh Or turn away too quick.” “Can we talk like we used to? Before we learned to hide?” I said, “Christine, ask me anything. You kept that book alive For twenty-five long years. Least I can do Is stay.” There’s a love the world forgot to name Ain’t romance, blood, or fame. It’s the one who stayed When the years ran fast. David had Jonathan Naomi had Ruth The kind of bond that waits out time And answers back with truth. She called me on a Tuesday Twenty-five years late And the sound of her voice Rolled back every weight. She said, “Ruth… are you STILL there?” And the whole room filled with LIGHT— Like a lost soul finding the window After wandering through the night. Twenty-five years gone Not a moment passed Some friendships… Were built to last. She still has the book. She still calls on Tuesdays. And the flame… The flame’s still here.