::I can see it coming back for you::

Britney, I’m sorry for the lies we told
We took you into our arms and then left you cold
Britney I’m sorry for this cruel cruel world
We sell the beauty but destroy the girl

Britney I’m sorry for your broken heart
We stood aside and watched you fall apart
I’m sorry we told you fame would fill you up
And money moves the man so drink the cup

I know love goes around the world we know
And you never see it coming back
You never see it coming back
I know love goes around the world we know
And you never see it coming back
But I can see it coming back for you
Yes coming back for you

Britney I’m sorry for the stones we throw
We tear you down just so we can watch the show
Britney I’m sorry for the words we say
We point the finger as you fall from grace

I know love goes around the world we know
And you never see it coming back
You never see it coming back
And I know love goes around the world we know
And you never see it coming back
But i can see it coming back for you

Yeah, it’s coming back for you
Yeah, it’s coming back for you
Yeah, it’s coming back for you
Yeah

Britney, I do believe that love has come here for the broken
Here for the ones like us

I know love goes around the world we know
And you never see it coming back
You never see it coming back
And I know love goes around the world we know
And you never see it coming back
But I can see it coming back

I know love goes around the world we know
And you never see it coming back
You never see it coming back
I can see it coming back for you

Its coming back for you… yeah
-Bebo Norman-
{Hear song *HERE*}

I have never been terribly starstruck, {apart from that little Elijah Wood episode in Grade 6}. No People's magazine for me. I think, having been grounded in biblical teaching, I tended to move past the moments of envy to a deep satisfaction with my own happy life. But every now and then I am reminded that these people, way up there on the screen, are real people. And, more often than not, they are dashed and broken by the cruelty of Hollywood. Sometimes, I can't shake their brokenness. And it follows after me, urging me to do something; to be a balm far across the country they will never know is there, but may feel through the power of prayer.

When this song came on the radio, I was moved. It occurred to me that this may the first time I have heard compassion towards the broken girl the song honours. Since her debut, it is as though she has been used to channel all of the primal nastiness of the media. To my mind, there has never been such venom, or scorn for a single star. There are those who have enjoyed the entertainment of her fall. There are those who will say she made her bed and she can lie in it. Then there are those who have heard the slander, seen her shame, and want to see her whole again. I just want to see her whole.

When I came across *THIS* article via *THIS* blog, I decided to follow the promptings in the pink box to email Lindsey Nobles of Thomas Nelson Publishing. Having given my word that I will review the book and post about it, a copy of the book has been sent in the mail. It is, perhaps, through these small means that love can gain ground where, now, there is so little.