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On A Corner in Memphis
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On A Corner In Memphis – Todd Agnew
Kevin Brady
This is the third year of writing devotionals for this project and I absolutely love reading why people choose the songs they do and what they mean to them. Each year I’ve contributed at least one song to the devotional and every year at least one has come from Todd Agnew.
Since I first witnessed Todd in concert, there has not been a Christian artist who has managed to get so deep into my soul through music. Seeing Todd live is even more of an experience as he is a master at leading you into pondering deeper meanings of life and how Jesus would have you live.
Todd Agnew does not necessarily fit the stereotypic mold of a Christian artist. He’s not afraid to go out on a limb to sing about things others in his profession wouldn’t dream of. He asks tough questions in his music. His new CD release “Better Questions” discusses many of these. While I’m sure many songs on this compilation will not see radio time, the songs probably have deeper meaning than any he has done to date and I suggest giving it a listen (see me if you want to give it a listen!).
I couldn’t have been happier when the song “On a Corner in Memphis” appeared on Todd’s new CD. One of the first times I was able to see Todd in concert he spoke at length about living in Memphis, TN and how often he felt that the churches had less passion than the homeless man on a street corner, singing with all the passion inside him about his life and struggles. Asking where we think Jesus would want to be: a sleepy Sunday morning congregation going through the motions, or ministering to a troubled soul on the streets beyond the church walls.
Saturday on Beale St. with the drunk and the searching
I hear an old man playing guitar
I can’t make out what he’s saying but I can tell you that he’s suffered
And that he means every word from the bottom of what’s left
of his heart… tonight
A few hours later, I slip into church
Singing songs about saving grace
One guy’s nodding off and another hates to be here
We all mouth the words to save face
It’s 11:15 on Sunday morning
And I wish I was
On a corner in Memphis, listening to the old man
Singing out his sorrows, laying down his pride
He’s telling me his story or at least his side
No need to pretend, and nowhere to hide
‘Cause we are all broken here, we are all ashamed
I couldn’t fool you if I wanted to
Our stories are too much the same
And what about this Jesus,
They say He drank with the poor, the blind and the lame
Do you think He’d like the songs we sing
Or would He feel the same as I do
What if Sunday School
Was on Saturday night
On a corner in Memphis, listening to the old man
Singing out his sorrows, laying down his pride
He’s telling me his story or at least his side
No need to pretend, and nowhere to hide
What if their heart-breaking cries of pain
Are the first hymns of tomorrow’s saints
On a corner in Memphis, we’re singing with the old man
Crying for his sorrows and laying down our pride
He’s telling us our story, or at least his side
With no need to pretend and nowhere to hide
On a corner in Memphis
We’re singing out our sorrows
He’s telling us his story
With no need to pretend and nowhere to hide
On a corner… in Memphis
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