Jonathan McReynolds - Always Loving Me Lyrics
Lyrics
Now I'm nowhere close to a perfect man And it takes a supernatural love to even understand That beyond the walls behind, the mask and confident smile, Was a broken man trying to grow up and make life worthwhile,
And I know there were times that you probably shouldn't, But I thank you for always loving me And I know anyone else they probably wouldn't, So I thank you for always loving me
Now I know there were days I looked at myself, I felt like less of a person compared to everyone else, What about this flaw to big to small, can I exchange? And trying to make-up for where I fell short, I let sense slip away
And when I look in the mirror and don't like what I see Oh, I just thank you for always loving me. And I know I get bad but you wait patiently I just want to thank you for always loving me.
Lord I just thank you for always loving me Lord I just thank you for always loving me
So you just keep loving me (loving me) So you just keep loving me (loving me) So you just keep loving me (loving me)
Though I know I don't have everything that it takes you keep lovin' me (loving me) And regardless of every mistake that I make, you keep (loving me) And it probably don't matter what I do or say, you keep (loving me) And even with the pimples on my face, you keep (loving me)
So you just keep loving me Lord I thank you for loving me (lovin' me) Lord I thank you for loving me (lovin' me) This little imperfect man Lord I thank you for always lovin' me!
And when my friends walked away, Lord I want to thank you for loving me When my own family wrote me off, Lord I thank you for lovin' me And when I can't even love myself, Lord I thank you for just lovin' me Oh, in spite of me, Lord you keep lovin' me Lord I thank you for always loving me
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Jonathan McReynolds - Lovin' Me (Official Video)
Meaning & Inspiration
I’ve spent a lot of evenings sitting on this front porch, watching the sun dip behind the treeline, listening to the dust settle. My hands are knotted now, skin thin as parchment, and I’ve spent more years than I care to count leafing through old hymnals that smell of cedar and history. Sometimes, I wonder if the songs we hum are just noise—things we say when the air is warm and our knees still work. But then, Jonathan McReynolds starts singing about a love that doesn't check the ledger, and I find myself stopping to listen.
There’s a line in this song that hit me hard: "And when I look in the mirror and don't like what I see / Oh, I just thank you for always loving me."
That isn't a young man’s casual observation. That’s the kind of thing you only understand after you’ve had to look in the mirror at three in the morning, face-to-face with your own failures, your regrets, and the realization that you haven't become the giant you once thought you’d be. When I was twenty, I thought I could work my way into God’s favor. I thought if I built enough, gave enough, and kept my nose clean enough, the reflection would eventually look like a saint.
But age has a funny way of stripping the paint off the fence. You realize, eventually, that the mirror is a cruel judge. Yet, Jonathan isn't trying to fix the mirror or change the reflection. He’s just saying thank you. It reminds me of what Paul wrote to the Romans—that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. It’s an agonizing, beautiful relief to admit that the love of God isn't tethered to my performance. If it were, I’d have been cut loose decades ago.
He sings, "And when I can't even love myself, Lord I thank you for just lovin' me."
I’ve had days where I couldn't bear the sight of my own shadow. There’s a specific kind of darkness that comes when you’ve disappointed yourself for the last time. In those moments, you don't need a sermon. You don't need someone to tell you to pull yourself up by your bootstraps. You just need to know that the anchor is still holding. When he says, "And regardless of every mistake that I make, you keep," it sounds like a weary prayer whispered in a quiet room. It’s not flashy. It’s not a show. It’s the sound of someone who has finally stopped trying to pay back a debt that was already canceled.
I don't know if this song is just for the youth. I think it’s for the ones who have lived long enough to know they’re broken. It’s for the ones who, like me, have realized that God’s love is the only thing that doesn't grow thin when the lights go out. It’s a plain, simple truth, but plain truths are the only ones worth keeping when you’re down to your last strength. You don't need a theology degree to understand that you’re imperfect and He is constant. You just need to be tired enough to finally believe it.