Photograph by Ed Sheeran: A New Twist

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The other day I was listening to Photograph by Ed Sheeran in my car.  I like the song but something hit me different on that day.  So I kept listening.

Just read the lyrics:

Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes
but it is the only thing that I know.
When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes
it is the only thing that makes us feel alive.


We keep this love in a photograph
we make these memories for ourselves
where our eyes are never closing
hearts are never broken
time is forever frozen still.


So you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans,
holding me closer til our eyes meet,
you won’t ever be alone,
wait for me to come home.


Loving can heal, loving can mend your soul
and its the only thing that I know, know

I swear it will get easier remember that with every piece of you,
and its the only thing we take with us when we die.


We keep this love in a photograph
we make these memories for ourselves
where our eyes are never closing
hearts are never broken
time is forever frozen still.


So you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
holding me closer til our eyes meet
you won’t ever be alone
and if you hurt me that’s okay baby only words bleed

 inside these pages you just hold me
I won’t ever let you go
wait for me to come home
wait for me to come home
wait for me to come home
wait for me to come home


So you can fit me inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen
next to your heart right where I should be, keep it deep within your soul


And if you hurt me, that’s okay baby only words bleed
inside these pages you just hold me
I won’t ever let you go


When I’m away I will remember how you kissed me under the lamppost back on sixth street
hearing you whisper through the phone, “wait for me to come home”.



What I thought about while this song played in my car was about my Savior.  I thought of Him singing this song.  I thought of His life, and of mine.  I thought of how I “phone home” (Come on ET!) and ask Him to wait for me.  I ask Him to work with me.  I ask Him what I should be doing; what can I do more?

At every point in this song I thought of Him.  I even thought of the Atonement.
So many scripture stories came to mind as well.  The Woman annointing the Savior’s feet, crying on them and wiping them with her hair.  I imagine she may have kissed his feet.

Who bled for us at every pore?  Who gave us scripture to remember Him by? Who doesn’t let us go? Who runs to us?  Who forgives us time and time again?

The Savior.

So next time you hear this song, think of your Savior. You may just get chills down your spine.  I know I did.

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