Prince Rogers Nelson 1958-2016

The death of Prince today was one that completely stunned me. Something about his music typified my high school years. While there was definitely tittilation with the double entendre of his lyrics (tame by todays' standards), there was a spiritual side to him that I also found just as fascinating. He came across as arrogant and hedonistic and narcissistic, but then you read lyrics such as this and realize that maybe, just maybe, he had it all figured out.

Eric Clapton called Prince the best guitarist that ever existed. He definitely appreciated and acknowledged God in his life.
Rest in peace. You will be missed.

Black day, stormy night
No love, no hope in sight
Don't cry, he is coming
Don't die without knowing the cross

Ghettos to the left of us
Flowers to the right
There'll be bread for all of us
If we can just bear the cross

Sweet song of salvation
A pregnant mother sings
She lives in starvation
Her children need all that she brings

We all have our problems
Some big, some are small
Soon all of our problems
Will be taken by the cross

Black day, stormy night
No love, no hope in sight
Don't cry for he is coming
Don't die without knowing the cross

Ghettos to the left of us
Flowers to the right
There'll be bread for all, y'all
If we can just, just bear the cross, yeah

We all have our problems
Some are big, some are small
Soon all of our problems, y'all
Will be taken by the cross

The cross
The cross

Songwriters: PRINCE ROGERS NELSON

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