Lessons from Christian Music, Vol. 1: Gaither Vocal Band, Part 2: "He's Watching Me"
(This is beautifully representative of the narcissistic, anthropocentric, individualistic tendencies that run all through "Christian" music. I laugh just reading these lyrics. Since when is God a cosmic babysitter??)
"He's Watching Me"
He has Jupiter for a pillow,
an angel choir for a lullaby,
clouds for a blanket,
and the moon is his night light.
But he don't ever sleep,
'cause he's busy watching over me.
He rules the universe, from his throne on high.
But when I need attention, he is by my side,
He's watching me. Yes, he's watching me.
He's a busy God but on his list of things to do,
his number one priority is watching me and you.
He's taking care of business, feeding birds and making rain.
But he'll stop what he's doing when I speak his name.
Cause he's watching, he's watching me.
He might be busy painting rainbows,
or making demons plead.
But he'll still find the time to make some time for you and me.
There's nothing, no no nothing, he would rather do.
Well he knows when I'm in trouble, he don't miss a beat.
One eye's on that sparrow and the other one's on me,
He's watching me. Yes, he's watching me.
He's a busy God but on his list of things to do,
his number one priority is watching me and you.
He's taking care of business, feeding birds and making rain.
But he'll stop what he's doing when I speak his name.
He's a busy God but on his list of things to do,
his number one priority is watching me and you.
He's taking care of business, feeding birds and making rain.
But he'll stop what he's doing when I speak his name.
Cause he's watching, he's watching me. Yes he's watching, he's watching me.
Well, he's watching, he's watching me.
"He's Watching Me"
He has Jupiter for a pillow,
an angel choir for a lullaby,
clouds for a blanket,
and the moon is his night light.
But he don't ever sleep,
'cause he's busy watching over me.
He rules the universe, from his throne on high.
But when I need attention, he is by my side,
He's watching me. Yes, he's watching me.
He's a busy God but on his list of things to do,
his number one priority is watching me and you.
He's taking care of business, feeding birds and making rain.
But he'll stop what he's doing when I speak his name.
Cause he's watching, he's watching me.
He might be busy painting rainbows,
or making demons plead.
But he'll still find the time to make some time for you and me.
There's nothing, no no nothing, he would rather do.
Well he knows when I'm in trouble, he don't miss a beat.
One eye's on that sparrow and the other one's on me,
He's watching me. Yes, he's watching me.
He's a busy God but on his list of things to do,
his number one priority is watching me and you.
He's taking care of business, feeding birds and making rain.
But he'll stop what he's doing when I speak his name.
He's a busy God but on his list of things to do,
his number one priority is watching me and you.
He's taking care of business, feeding birds and making rain.
But he'll stop what he's doing when I speak his name.
Cause he's watching, he's watching me. Yes he's watching, he's watching me.
Well, he's watching, he's watching me.
Comments
And every move you make
Every bond you break, every step you take
I'll be watching you
Every single day
And every word you say
Every game you play, every night you stay
I'll be watching you
Oh, can't you see
You belong to me?
How my poor heart aches
With every step you take
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake, every claim you stake
I'll be watching you
Since you've gone I've been lost without a trace
I dream at night, I can only see your face
I look around, but it's you I can't replace
I feel so cold, and I long for your embrace
I keep crying baby, baby please,
Oh, can't you see
You belong to me?
How my poor heart aches
With every step you take
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake, every claim you stake
I'll be watching you
Every move you make, every step you take
I'll be watching you
I'll be watching you
I'll be watching you
I'll be watching you
I'll be watching you
I'll be watching you
I'll be watching you
I'll be watching you
I'll be watching you
I'll be watching you
Should I start by critiquing the fascination with war imagery or should I begin with the male-centric language? I can’t decide, and besides I need to go watch the 79th Homecoming Video which has just come out (“Homecoming in Moscow: The Friends Edition, Vol. 3”).
To be balanced, I must admit that as a lad the Gaither Vocal Band song “Beyond the Open Door” was very inspiring for me.