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We’ve all misheard the lyrics of a song before. Sometimes I know what I think I heard is not what is being sung. You know the song “I Am a Promise”?

I am a promise
I am a possilibity
I am a promise
With a capital P
I am a great big bundle of potentiality
And I’m learnin’ to hear God’s voice
And I’m tryin’ to make the right choice
I am a promise to be anything God wants me to be

Well, I once read in a magazine that as a child a reader thought the words were: I am a possum. I am a possum in a tree. I am a possum. With a capital P. I am a great big bundle of possomality.

One Saturday when I was in college I went with a group of friends for ice cream at Lic’s. [At this point my friend Amy knows what comes next in this story.] On our way back to campus Mariah Carey’s Dreamlover was playing on the radio. We were singing along, Won’t you please come around. ‘Cause I want to share forever with you baby. My friend Amy declares, “Oh! That’s what the words are!” Now let me tell you that Amy was the smart one. And I don’t just mean Dean’s List. I mean like brilliant and multi-lingual and full of common sense and full of knowledge about many things and the person you would go to in a crisis. All around smart. The smart friend in the group. So what came out of her mouth next next baffled all of us.

Amy: Oh! I thought it was, ‘I want to shev-er-ev-er with ya’ baby’.
US: Amy, what does that mean?
Amy: I don’t know! I couldn’t figure it out.

So recently I heard the song, “Filled With Your Glory” by Starfield on the radio and had been singing along for weeks when I suddenly realized that I probably had some words wrong. I googled and, yep, I had some words wrong.

The whole earth
Is filled with Your glory Lord
Angels and men adore
Creation longs for what's in store
May You be honored and glorified
Exalted and lifted high
Here at Your feet I lay my life

I had been singing, “Angels and matadors.”