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Solitude Melody
04:58
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Foraging ways through the desert time of my life seeking manna from the sky cloud up high fire by night
It all feels so short so fast and everybody’s business, forming calves out of sand screams like madness
Blinded by hunger filled with shadows to come the leaves of the past, the temporal futile things only pass and pass and pass and pass
My songs on the mountain top drifting lifting veils only from my eyes the blindness leads me back to the skies ringing singing high
Oh God why have you put me here
Oh God why have you put me here
Oh God why have you put me here
Oh God why have you put me here
So God I need You to come and set me free
I'm stuck behind these prison bars of my own solitude melody
So God I need You to come and set me free
I'm stuck behind these prison bars of my own solitude melody
Please unearth this broken seed the spring is suffocating me the present darkness pressing closing in on me
The land you’ve promised inherited hope and gladness is almost madness in the irony of this loneliness
Roots growing deeper wider, i get it i know the hope set before me was to show and I keep anticipating the grow
So help me remain as you would have me upon this rock so I may gladly proclaim to the world a wondrous thing
A wondrous thing
A wondrous thing
A wondrous thing
A wondrous thing
So God I need You to come and set me free
I'm stuck behind these prison bars of my own solitude melody
So God I need You to come and set me free
I'm stuck behind these prison bars of my own solitude melody
Bringing the mountain top down, it’s a war of my soul
Bringing the mountain top down, it’s a war of my soul
Bringing the mountain top down, it’s a war of my soul...
But I see,
it’s beyond me
So God I need you to come and help me sing
With rhythm and honest words let’s make a
Soli- soli- solitude melody
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2. |
Plain Clothes Warrior
06:00
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Up with the sun and down with the moon,
Composing rhythm songs unheard forgotten soon,
She’s angry she’s tired, forgotten, uninspired,
Former fantasies of what’s to be only there for her to ignore
Is this what she’ll be, hidden humanity?
spinning gears behind the years and years and years and years and years
Is there meaning in the fetters of these repetitious weathers
The raging seas, the storms, the freeze, there’s a fire and it’s growing cold.
Is it torture, is it war? Cultivating character
It’s a battle for the light that she has got to fight,
Beyond flesh and bone the unseen and unknown
There to expose all of what’s inside
She’s a PLAIN CLOTHES WARRIOR, one that reaps and doesn’t know
She’s a PLAIN CLOTHES WARRIOR, going through the motions and the lows
It’s an assault on the romance of life’s imagination, this selfless service ebb and flow between abundant joy and deep depression,
Gifts pulled from our hands and instead this bland demand to disciplining,
We’re consecrated by a situation designed to pull away all false fulfillment
Is it torture, is it war? Cultivating character
It’s a battle for the light that we have got to fight, cease to strive so we can hear the quiet whispers in the night
And be, PLAIN CLOTHES WARRIORS, ones that reap and ones that grow,
And be , PLAIN CLOTHES WARRIORS, going through the motions to expose
Too many months, or is it years? Cooped up in my body and brain, for a little while there all the colors looked the same!
But slowly, you’re seeping color through these cracks, the broken places in my state of utter exhausted unrest
SO, I’ll be your beloved pearl, formed in the dust of the desert and the depths of an ocean, Or simply the frontiers of new motherhood assortments
Even on grayscale days you make porous cracks to fill With Your Spirit of color
And You always will
We’re consecrated by a situation designed to pull away all false fulfillment
cos we are PLAIN CLOTHES WARRIORS
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3. |
Beside Weakness
05:36
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Spinning my gears, pulled both ways equally as hard, this this, a perfect balance of...going nowhere
Some day are a necessary pause,
Slow down the pace cos you’re getting into a rut
Cos this mountain climb is not a game, so chain your feet to the ground,
And see it’s more than the phase of this ordinary place, so look beyond,
Cos in your dust you forget, so focused on the speed,
When getting to the summit is the only thing you see
Fantasizes are tryin to pull ya down,
To focused on the sights and too busy looking around,
See that nail and tree is whispering, there’s truth and life in that sound,
You’re more than the matter that you’re made of babe, so look beyond
Cos in your dust you forget, so focused on the speed,
When getting to the summit is the only thing you see
TO THE STRUGGLER, STRAGGLER, WANDERER, AND SEEKER
Can you be content and dwell beside weakness
Cos the hunger for the summit is a ground that’s going under and another one of the latest fading crazes,
Can you be content and dwell beside weakness
This this feels like the end. AHH AHH AHH, but wait! Says a little spark in my mind.
Let’s bring to remembrance the pieces of story I’ve already intertwined,
The fibers gathered and woven, the details you overlook, the completion, the story, the beginning and the end….it’s all mine!
So, sit back for the ride, see the tension for what it is, the true feelings of this life,
Be in that place, make your songs out of that, speak to the hearts of this world, this tension will, for you, one day see its end. Embrace the madness, the chaos, the mess, my dear beloved shining daughter, this...this...this …
IS PROCESS!!!!!!!
TO THE STRUGGLER, STRAGGLER, WANDERER, AND SEEKER
Can you be content and dwell beside weakness
Cos the hunger for the summit is a ground that’s going under and another one of the latest fading crazes,
Can you be content and dwell beside weakness
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4. |
Victory
05:59
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So, here I am, uncomposed, trodding all my dirt in, a mess my offering, and this is precisely when you say, now and here my sweet daughter….is where it shall begin.
I cannot fight this battle on my own
It wraps itself around me forcing me to stand alone
I cannot see any strategy my eyes blinded by my tears
So i call out with my quivered voice hoping you will hear
(the lie)
I have a place where my life tends to go
Down below the surfaces where wars have made themselves at home
And its darker than the night there a world driven by its fears
My voice is lost I can’t get through the fingers in the ears
(the lie)
AND THERE YOU REACH DOWN AND CALL ME TO A PLACE OF STILLNESS
AND THERE YOU FIGHT FOR ME
I’ve been called to carry this temporary load
Through these war torn lands and battled hands releasing out this hope
For the one who gave Himself for his this war has disappeared
And so with my voice I’ll go and tell it that His victory is here
(cos the lie….has disappeared)
AND THERE YOU REACH DOWN AND CALL ME TO A PLACE OF STILLNESS
AND THERE YOU FIGHT FOR ME (rpt)
AND THIS IS VICTORY
I’m so tired
Of calamity
Of wasted days and wandering ways
Show me where through hell I’m going
So I can drop this down
In strategic sorta places
To bring to light, the broken side
That points us to our maker
I’M YOURS
And this is victory...
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5. |
Product Pusher
06:17
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Where am I right now?
What’s available to me?
What can I offer here?
Am I really willing to say yes?
To fearlessly exploring
The raw truth of THIS moment
Right here.
Courageously looking into the eyes of the critic
In a state of childlike wonder and oblivion
And say
“Your cultured product pushing is nothing”
It’s a wisp of smoke,
Short lived and glorious, yes,
But,
for what end?
As if I would find myself there?
No, no, no...
I choose to play.
I choose to make a mess
I choose
To let go of your intangible and unnamable expectations.
To stretch out.
To breathe.
To lay down right here.
To observe what’s happening.
The breeze and the bees.
To fall in love with my current disposition.
To trust the rest will come.
So you listen here you product pusher:
It’s OK to be in process.
It’s OK to not be where I want to be yet.
It’s OK to not even understand or explain it.
It’s OK if it looks different than I ever thought or imagined.
Cos guess what
I’m a freaking tapestry.
Thousands of messy strands strewn together.
of stories collected,
moments,
connections,
And pain,
And beauty,
And joy,
And discovery,
These are my colors.
And they’re a mess.
And perhaps, I will spend the rest of my life combining them and creating new pictures in the fabric of my life.
You see,
Product Pusher,
What you failed to see
Is what’s now becoming obvious to me.
The real work of art here,
Is my own life,
And the people I love well,
The rest
These colors
Are just
The composition.
...
Because of the surpassing greatness of the revelations, for this reason, to keep me from exalting myself,
there was given me a thorn in the flesh, a messenger of satan to keep me from exalting myself
Concerning this I implored the Lord three times that it might leave me
And He has said to me,
“MY GRACE"
GRACE IS SUFFICIENT FOR ME
FOR POWER IS PERFECTED IN WEAKNESS
Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me.
Therefore I am well content with weaknesses,
with insults, with distresses, with persecutions, with difficulties,
for Christ’s sake; for when I am weak, then I am strong.
GRACE IS SUFFICIENT FOR ME
FOR POWER IS PERFECTED IN WEAKNESS
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6. |
Stranger of the Earth
04:52
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I know I’ve been a wound up child, I’ve even blurted out my mind without regard
I’m so tired of the fantasies, these illusions and these mysteries
Cos there’s this hope, that’s bringing me to light, it’s been exposing, it makes no compromises
For, all the wandering times, it colors roses all across my eyes
cos, GOD OF THE UNIVERSE BUILT ME AS A DREAMER
I KNOW, I KNOW, I KNOW, IT'S JUST A TEMPORARY EXILE
but, GOD OF THE UNIVERSE BUILT ME AS A DREAMER
HELLO, HELLO, HELLO I DON'T WALK I FLY COS I'M A STRANGER OF THE EARTH
I ran so fast from my past I didn’t take any time to see
That my eyes were far to intertwined with the world, I missed the galaxies
You see now I’m trying to invite you to the door and call you home
So will you join me singing, it’s time to go
cos, GOD OF THE UNIVERSE BUILT ME AS A DREAMER
I KNOW, I KNOW, I KNOW, IT'S JUST A TEMPORARY EXILE
but, GOD OF THE UNIVERSE BUILT ME AS A DREAMER
HELLO, HELLO, HELLO I DON'T WALK I FLY COS I'M A STRANGER OF THE EARTH
So don’t put me in a category, cos I’m determined to see
My world so full of many colors, where I’m who I’m created to be
Cos I’m a stranger of the earth
cos, GOD OF THE UNIVERSE BUILT ME AS A DREAMER
I KNOW, I KNOW, I KNOW, IT'S JUST A TEMPORARY EXILE
but, GOD OF THE UNIVERSE BUILT ME AS A DREAMER
HELLO, HELLO, HELLO I DON'T WALK I FLY COS I'M A STRANGER OF THE EARTH
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1, 2, 3, 4
JUST ONE STEP AT A TIME
YOU'LL BE FINE, YOU'LL BE FINE
The Lord directs the steps,
close the tabs,
don't forget to stretch,
before ya get into a wreck,
slow the heck down
JUST ONE STEP AT A TIME
YOU'LL BE FINE, YOU'LL BE FINE
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