Music as Sound

I've recently found that I measure my life in music.

8 songs to get ready in the morning.
9 cds from school in tennessee to home in florida.
school is 1/2 song away.

but I realized the more I make music part of my life, the more corrupted it becomes.
more noise than music.
a background, or soundtrack to my life, but without meaning.

then i have rare moments.
songs that break this barrier and creep into me full of passion and existence.
a realness the rest seem to be missing.
the kind that i hate.
the ones that tear and wear me down, convicting me.

"Solo Cristo" was that song for me yesterday.
I don't speak spanish, in fact the only spanish I know is how to tell someone that I don't speak it.
But this song... I could hear God through it.
Reminding me of how far I've strayed.
It's terrible that He had to use a language I can't even speak to reach me.
But then again, God stops at nothing to find the one strayed lamb.