The first time I heard this song was on a warm summer’s evening here in our little cowboy town in BC, in a huge tent, played on acoustic guitar by a guy named Cam who was visiting from another city. Others too, cracked out their guitars and jammed. Anyone who knew the words sang along beautifully and with heart.
That was the church fellowship that I used to feel was like family.
Most of those people eventually turned their backs on me when I left the abusive ex, because of their misconceptions and misguided ideas, but God never will. He knows the whole story.