The Golden Rule

Not much to add to this song. Either you get it or you don't. You're either committed to being as He showed us how, or you're not. You're either a star shining brightly or you're a black hole. You choose.

Clay Walker, The Chain of Love

He was drivin' home one evening in his beat up Pontiac
When an old lady flagged him down her Mercedes had a flat
He could see that she was frightened, standin' out there in the snow
‘Til he said I'm here to help you ma’am, by the way my name's Joe

She said "I'm from St-Louis" and I'm only passin' through
I must've seen one hundred cars go by this is awful nice of you
And when he changed the tire and closed her trunk
and was about to drive away
She said how much do I owe you?; here's what he had to say

You don't owe me a thing; I've been there too
And someone once helped me out
Just the way I'm helping you
If you really want to pay me back
Here's what you do
Don't let the chain of love end with you

Well a few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe
She went in to grab a bite to eat and then be on her way
But she couldn't help but notice how the waitress smiled so sweet
And how she must have been eight months along and dead on her feet

Though she didn't know her story and she probably never will
When the waitress went to get her change from a hundred dollar bill
The lady slipped right out the door and on a napkin left a note
There were tears in the waitress' eyes when she read what she wrote

You don't owe me a thing; I've been there too
Someone once helped me out
Just the way I'm helping you
If you really want to pay me back
Here's what you do
Don't let the chain of love end with you

That night when she got home from work the waitress climbed into bed
She was thinkin' about the money and what the lady's note had said
As her husband lie there sleepin' she whispered soft and low
Everything's gonna be alright; I love you - Joe

Here he calls it the 'chain of love' but then that's what God's rules and commandments are-gifts of love. Gifts of safety. Gifts of security. Gifts of trust.

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