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Be Not afraid...


Today, August 16 is the 30th anniversary of the tragic death of Mark Heard, one of the greatest Christian singer/songwriter you've probably never "Heard" of (pun intended! Ironic his last name was Heard and literally very few people who listen to Christian music know of him.) He recorded 16 albums and 90 of his songs were never recorded/released. He had a heart attack during a concert at the Cornerstone Festival in Chicago, Illinois, finished the concert and then went to the hospital. Made it home to his wife before passing away from a second heart attack 6 weeks later.


What are you afraid of? What needs to change for you to conquer your fears?


In memory of Mark Heard, for those who loved his music and were blessed by his song writing… Lyrics to the song, “She’s Not Afraid”… Written by Mark Heard © 1993


She was trapped in a photograph When times were better Saying cheese with a frozen laugh When times were better How she wishes she could thaw that scene Make it real and not just some camera's dream And bring back the places And the feeling and the faces From the graves where they've been


She's not afraid of sticks and stones She's not afraid of thunderstorms She's not afraid of smart bombs blowing The world in little pieces But she's afraid of a life alone She is afraid of an empty home She is afraid that her faith has flown Afraid of losing memories


She was the captain of her maiden flights When times were better Skywriting with the smoke of life When times were better And now she wishes she could beat her wings And sail back on a innocent breeze Bring back the freedom of believing In the decency of anything


She's not afraid of sticks and stones She's not afraid of thunderstorms She's not afraid of smart bombs blowing The world in little pieces But she's afraid of a life alone She is afraid of an empty home She is afraid that her faith has flown Afraid of losing memories

How she wishes she could strangle time Put it in a prison for stealing her blind Bring back her riches From the rubble of her wishes Where she's let them lie


She's not afraid of sticks and stones She's not afraid of thunderstorms She's not afraid of smart bombs blowing The world in little pieces But she's afraid of a life alone She is afraid of an empty home She is afraid that her faith has flown Afraid of losing memories

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