'You Are Mine': the song's origin story
One of the Onyx 2 women tells how 'You Are Mine' — the first song they wrote — poured out of her while she was crying on the couch during a hard season, after feeling urged by her heavenly father to go to the piano; Denise had just invited herself over for lunch and entered them in a talent show. The song's heart: 'You are mine, I am yours, I want you back, I don't keep score' — a God who calls the broken back no matter what they've done. The hosts tease Dan about being asked to sing along.
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