>This week’s edition of Tuesday Tunes is in honor of the daughter of a friend from our church in Noblesville.  Kristen passed away last June after battling cervical cancer for nearly a year.

That whole week is a bit of a blur, but I believe I heard this song at both the viewing and her funeral, and now I think about the Forbes family every time I hear it.
Her dad recently compiled her story and included several of her writings.  It’s called Love, Kristen, and you can click on the link to Amazon.com to purchase it if you’d like.  It has been published, and this coming Saturday, there is a book launch party scheduled at Living Truth in Noblesville.  We are planning on heading over there for it and I’m sure we’ll buy more than one copy.
The song is Baptism, sung by Kenny Chesney and Randy Travis.  There’s no interpretation this week; I think the words speak for themselves on this one.  It is definitely a picture of the grace and the beauty of joining the faith.  You’ll have to excuse the cheesy graphics on the video.  It was the only version I could find with Chesney and Travis singing.
The summer breeze, made ripples on the pond
Rattled through the reeds and the willow trees beyond
Daddy in his good hat, mama in her Sunday dress
Watched with pride, as I stood there in the water up to my chest
And the preacher spoke about the cleansing blood
I sank my toes into that East Tennessee mud

And it was down with the old man, up with the new
Raised to walk in the way of light and truth
I didn’t see no angels, just a few saints on the shore
But I felt like a new born baby, cradled up in the arms of the Lord

Amazing grace, oh how sweet the sound
There was glory in the air, there was dinner on the ground
And my sins which were many, were washed away and gone
Along with a buffalo nickel I forgot to leave at home
But that seemed like such a small, small price to pay
For the blessed peace of mind that came to me that day

And it was down with the old man, up with the new
Raised to walk in the way of light and truth
I didn’t see no angels, just a few saints on the shore
But I felt like a new born baby, cradled up in the arms of the Lord

This road is long and dusty, sometimes the soul must be cleansed
And I long to feel that water, rushin’ over me again

Down with the old man, up with the new
Raised to walk in the way of light and truth
I didn’t see no angels, just a few saints on the shore
But I felt like a new born baby, cradled up in the arms of the Lord
I felt like a new born baby, cradled up in the arms of the Lord
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