“The day my girlfriend died”

Lyrics to my new song. In process of recording a video. 

“The day my girlfriend died”

It is such a beautiful day today, as I’m always on the run

I think I’d better hit the gas, as I have to pick up mum

As usual she was there on time; she was such a lovely soul

I loved just every ounce of her, her hair was dark as coal

I remembered that day years ago, at the mission I picked her up

She was talking there to all her friends; in her hand she held a cup

A little spot of tea you know, is what she liked the best

The tea they say that hits the spot, is the one with a little zest

Chorus

What is life all about, I’m trying to understand

It has its twists and turns, I envisioned it more Grande

Disappointments and sadness too, has taken it’s toll on me

I’m hurting on the inside; I’m lonely as can be

Yes, I’m hurting on the inside; I’m lonely as can be

As she got into my car that day, we were on our way home

She gave me news I didn’t want, I could tell just by her tone

You know your old girlfriend Cathy, I’m sorry to tell you son

Last night you know she passed away, went to her Heavenly home

Instantly my eyes were blurred and I found it hard to drive

Tears came streaming down my face and I began to cry

I said O’ mum my heart is broken I loved her oh so much

She was such a beautiful Christian too, as she always went to church

Chorus

What is life all about, I’m trying to understand

It has its twists and turns, I envisioned it more Grande

Disappointments and sadness too, has taken it’s toll on me

I’m hurting on the inside; I’m lonely as can be

Yes, I’m hurting on the inside; I’m lonely as can be

She went to sleep that Saturday night I wonder how she felt

As she prayed her last prayer at her bed as she knelt

Lying in bed her head was sore, maybe thought she had a cold

An aneurysm would occur and God would take her soul

She knew one day she’d go to Heaven, she believed in God’s son

She didn’t think she would go this soon, at the age of twenty one

God had different plans; we know that this was plain to see

As she slept upon her bed that night, God just set her free

Chorus

What is life all about, I’m trying to understand

It has its twists and turns, I envisioned it more Grande

Disappointments and sadness too, has taken it’s toll on me

I’m hurting on the inside; I’m lonely as can be

Yes, I’m hurting on the inside; I’m lonely as can be

Written by Chris Turner

May 22, 2013

“The analogy of the pizza man”

“The analogy of the pizza man”

This is my analogy of the pizza man

He makes a fast delivery he does the best he can.

He brings it there right to your door and then he rings the bell

You can tell that it’s the pizza man you can tell just by the smell.

He hands the pizza over to you in a really nice warm box

You thank the man very much give a tip of a couple of bucks.

He thanks you very kindly for giving him that tip

As he heads back to the pizza shop to make another trip.

The pizza man he gets the thanks and he gets all the praise

But little does the customer know not one hand did he raise.

To get that nice warm pizza it was made behind the scenes

Someone had to make the dough prepare the meat and greens.

It took a lot of baking and prepping to make it right

Then it’s sliced, put in a box for delivery that night.

The pizza man delivers of what’s been done before

He passes on the goodness that feeds one, or maybe four.

This is what a Christian does, to preach, to sing, to share

To feed you when you’re hungry to show you that they care.

However, when someone hears the gospel songs they clap adorn and praise

Applaud the singer and the band with their hands they raise.

The preacher can be popular too depends on who he is

“Cause at the time when people cheer all applause is his.

We’re all just like the pizza man delivering something new

To feed the hungry sinful soul the one that’s in the pew.

The offering plate is passed around you give a little tip

Giving thanks and gratitude, for being fed and equipped.

The person though responsible for feeding every soul

Was prepared many years ago a long, long time ago.

Prepared in the background God prepared the only one

The one to represent Him would be His only Son.

Now when the time was ready God prepared the Holy Lamb

To die upon that awful cross it was God’s redemption plan.

Just like the pizza man my friend, delivering food to your soul

To feed your hungry appetite giving Christ to make you whole.

However, don’t praise us as we deliver, we’re doing it for the Lord

We deliver the message just on time according to His word.

So digest the word that you hear from us, whether preaching or in song

It will strengthen and nourish your seeking heart if you trust God all day long.

I’m only just the pizza man delivering some wholesome food

I give you all the ingredients………..the rest is up to you.

Written by Chris Turner

October 23, 2013

My Veggies

My Veggies

They tell me veggies taste so good

I’m supposed to eat it because it’s food

To ask for peas and even say please

And eat my broccoli with the cheese

The carrots are small just the right size

They say they’re good for my eyes

The turnips. Well, they are gross

I stick the beans between my toes

The Brussel sprouts I have to shout

They taste awful without a doubt

The parsnips you know they taste so sad

My tummy‘s feeling pretty bad

But as a kid I really know

I need to eat I need to grow

If I want to be big, if I want to be tall

I know I have to eat them all

Written by Chris Turner

2012

Spaghetti Sauce

Spaghetti Sauce

Spaghetti sauce it’s the best

Especially when you’re in a mess

You can eat it short you can eat it tall

You can even throw it on the wall

The nice red sauce gets on your clothes

Then you rub it up your nose

My sister is sitting across from me

I have spaghetti on my knee

She’s looking just, just like a queen

Her dress is looking oh! So clean

Her hair is pretty like confetti

Should I mix it with spaghetti?

Or should I splatter her dress with sauce

Hmmm….this would make my mommy cross

Instead, I think I’ll eat the rest

To save my hide I think that’s best

Written by Chris Turner

2012