My husband and I are going to see Bruce Springsteen on May 12! I’m so excited; this is my graduation present. 🙂
I’ve been meaning to post this song for a while; it’s my all time favorite Bruce tune. I love it because it’s a song about longing for Heaven just as much as it’s a song about immigration.
Those of us who love God, long for Heaven. We want to KNOW God, to be in His presence, and finally experience Love Himself. This song speaks to that desire, to find the peace of Heaven.
Those of us who have never been forced to make a desperate and dangerous choice for the sake of our families and a better life, can’t really know what an undocumented immigrant experiences, but I think this song speaks really powerfully to the desires in the heart of an immigrant. One in Mexico who thinks life will be better here in the US. One in the US who longs for the beauty and family of her home country. One who is not quite here or there.
As Christians, we relate. We’re in the world, but our hearts and eyes are fixed on Heaven.
Thanks for providing food for thought Bruce. You make New Jersey proud. 🙂
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Across the Border by Bruce Springsteen Tonight my bag is packed Tomorrow I’ll walk these tracks That will lead me across the border Tomorrow my love and I Will sleep ‘neath auburn skies Somewhere across the border We’ll leave behind my dear The pain and sadness we found here And we’ll drink from the Bravo’s muddy waters Where the sky grows grey and white We’ll meet on the other side There across the border For you I’ll build a house High up on a grassy hill Somewhere across the border Where pain and memory Pain and memory have been stilled There across the border And sweet blossoms fills the air Pastures of gold and green Roll down into cool clear waters And in your arms ‘neath the open skies I’ll kiss the sorrow from your eyes There across the border Tonight we’ll sing the songs I’ll dream of you my corazon And tomorrow my heart will be strong And may the saints’ blessing and grace Carry me safely into your arms There across the border For what are we Without hope in our hearts That someday we’ll drink from God’s blessed waters And eat the fruit from the vine I know love and fortune will be mine Somewhere across the border |