Every American should know this song, because its inspiration is (sadly) part of #OurHistory.
Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.
This was originally written as a poem by a teacher, Abel Meeropol (Lewis Allen) in 1937, then made famous as a song performed by Billie Holiday in 1939.
some people very close to me are journeying through some very difficult times right now.
many times it’s in the darkest moments when God raises up the artist to speak in space when words don’t come.
our church just started singing this song by brenton brown. I love the videography here and how it shows that while the waves don’t always go away, our trust in Him can remain steadfast.
i’m not sure why certain songs mean more to me some days than others. but this one resonates with a lot of what’s been on my mind and heart these days. maybe it’ll encourage you.
i’m definitely not a big fan of country music. i can count on one hand the amount of songs in that genre i like.
but “i was here” by lady antebellum has just the right lyrics to make even me a fan.
now the challenge is going to be to get one of our student bands to open one of the services in our upcoming church-wide series with a cover of this song! i believe it can happen!