Message From A Friend

About this sermon

A new, old song. It's like revisiting an old friend and then putting a shiny new coat of paint on him. Message From A Friend Now you’re proud, you’re hanging out, And there’s danger in the air. You just let your high-priced friends Take you anywhere. They buy you cheap but they sell you short, Such a sorry way to go. They dress you up and they take you out, But you leave alone. Don’t you think it’s time for this to end? I got a message from a friend of yours. He called me on the telephone. A message from a friend of yours. He said I better take you home. You wander in at the crack of dawn From another little fling, Of one-night players and sexual favors. You tacky thing. Will you, won’t you? Do you, don’t you? Can’t you get enough? Who’s around you for safety’s sake, Or do you think you’re tough? Don’t you think it’s time for this to end? I got a message from a friend of yours. He called me on the telephone. A message from a friend of yours. He said I better take you home. Both of us live in a town full of lies. I know all of their eyes are on you. I read the letters that they send. Only sign them, message from a friend. Now you’re proud, you’re hanging out, There’s danger in the air. You and all your high-priced friends Running everywhere. You look so cheap when they sell you out, It hurts me to the bone. So, pick up your keys and shake up your pride, ‘Cause this time you make it alone. I got a message from a friend of yours. He called me on the telephone. A message from a friend of yours. He said I better take you home. A message from a friend of yours. He said I better take you home.

Topics

• Relationships
• Friendship