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Baptism
03:01
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MY ONE DESIRE, THIS BURNING FIRE IS TO KNOW YOU, THEN TO KNOW YOU MORE. MY ONE DESIRE, THIS BURNING FIRE IS TO LOVE YOU,
THEN TO LOVE YOU MORE. TO KNOW YOU IS TO LOVE YOU, THEN TO LOVE YOU MORE. WOULD YOU BAPTIZE ME AGAIN. WOULD YOU BURY ME ONCE MORE UNDER THE WATERS OF YOUR FURY AND I WILL RISE WITH YOU ONCE MORE IN YOUR RESURRECTION, BUT KEEP ME BELOW THE SURFACE AS LONG AS GRACE ALLOWS BECAUSE I LONG TO BREATHE AGAIN. I’LL FORCE THESE EYES SHUT SO I CAN SEE AGAIN. JUST A GLIMPSE, JUST A WHISPER AND I’M SURE I CAN BE CLEAN AGAIN EVEN IF I’VE NEVER BEEN. AND WOULD YOU TAKE THE PIECES THAT ARE BROKEN. YOU SAY, “I’M WILLING.” AND I ASK, “HOW?” YOU SAY TO MOVE JUST AS I MOVE AND YOU’LL FINALLY SEE THIS DANCE OF LIFE MADE NEW BECAUSE THAT’S JUST WHAT I DO. TO KNOW YOU IS TO LOVE YOU, THEN TO LOVE YOU MORE.
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Scoundrel
03:43
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I was a scoundrel till I met You, a truth that I often forget. Hands still crimson from my secrets, the nights You’ve pardoned, laid to rest. Those days of slumber, walking aimless like a shaking silhouette. I can recall them back to memory but I’d rather talk of grace instead. Lips of poison, stained with bloodguilt, the secondhand of recompense. The times I left You in the gutter, praying to affirm my righteousness. I gathered with the grand assembly, blended in with crooked men. You saw my heart through walls of striving, withholding the reward of Your suffering. Yet I dare pray to You. Now I stumble through the pages where I ought to find life in place of grief. I can hear the sorrow in Your stories to those demanding signs but not Your peace. What a mockery of Your Kingdom, yet You offer to the thief. If You restore the heavy laden, could You heal me of my hypocrisy?
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A Fountain
03:47
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HARD HEART, YOU’VE GOT THE BEST OF ME AGAIN. NOW I’M NOT SAYING I’VE BEEN IN THE RIGHT BUT WRONG IS WHERE I’VE BEEN. I’M GROWING COLD. NOW SLEEP IS JUST A DISTANT MEMORY. O WHAT A COMFORT I ONCE BROUGHT, NOW IT BRINGS ME TO MY KNESS. I’M BEGGING. I AM BUT A CHILD IN YOUR SIGHT WITH EARTHLY RICHES WROUGHT AND WORRY BY AND BY. AND YOU’RE STILL OFFERING TO QUENCH MY THIRST WITH ETERNAL LIFE. AND I’VE BEEN DRINKING FROM WELLS THAT NEVER SATISFY. AND I’VE BEEN DRINKING FROM WELLS THAT KEEP ME RUNNING DRY. SO I DRINK FROM YOU. O FOUNTAIN, O FOUNTAIN. LIVING WATER.
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Digging Up Earth
03:02
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~selah~
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Old Oak
01:57
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Old oak tree branches mesmerize but I know I’m not that impressive. Reaching high toward heaven, only a feeble attempt to reach glory. Or is it desperate in humility, knowing it’s state of dependency? Though standing tall where my feet are planted, these roots hide beneath the surface. The earth they cling to will surely perish. All we see is destined to decay but still you can’t seem to pry these fingers away from the dust from which they came. Sometimes I claim it’s image and I bask in it’s splendor. O it’s seven wonders! I’m in a lightning storm but I can’t hear past thunder. Fierce winds test my strength but its not measured in quantity, because my leaves are letting go and my beauty’s giving way. I’m finding that the storms in life ain’t a test to see who’s loyal but my faithfulness is based off the quality of the soil. I once thought I had a fear of heights. Turns out it was a fear of falling. And in all my folly it appears my fears were hidden from the truth. That glory is not found in the fruit of the tree that seeks to prove but glory is found in the secrets of the roots.
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We Were Young
03:55
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WE WERE YOUNG. EVERY PASSING DAY IS ANOTHER YEAR OLDER. I PEER BACK ONTO MEMORIES OF DAYS YEARS YOUNGER. AND AS EACH TOMORROW PASSES TODAY, YESTERYEARS STILL PLAY SWEET AFTERTHOUGHTS AND PAINS I LONG TO FORGET, LIKE YOU. YOU WERE A MELODY THAT STILL ECHOES FROM THE DAY THAT WE FIRST MET. WE WERE YOUNG AND BOTH NAÏVE, INNOCENT CRIMINALS AT BEST BUT LIKE A CHILD, I FOLLOWED INTO SHADOWS UNKNOWN AND UNNOTICED. I SUPPOSED YOUR INTENTIONS WERE, WELL, GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME. AND I FELL ASLEEP, WE FELL ASLEEP, BUT NOW I WAKE WITH EYES OPEN WIDE O WITH EYES WIDE OPEN TO THE REALITY. THE LUST I HAD DISGUISED FOR PURE HUMANITY, WHAT A COMMON JUSTIFICATION FOR A MAN OF MY SOCIETY, PLEASURE TOOK THE PLACE OF GLORY. JUST A TASTE OF HER KISS, WAS IT ALL WORTH IT, ALL THE BROKENNESS INSIDE OF ME. AS IF A MOMENT COULD EVER SATISFY A DIVIDED HEART, REMADE FOR GLORY. O WOE IS ME. RECREATE, RESTORE THE YEARS THAT WERE TAKEN FROM ME.
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Nothing
04:15
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If I speak with the tongues of angels and men but have not love, I’m a resounding gong, a noisy cymbal. And if I have all prophetic powers to understand all knowledge and mystery, still got nothing without love. If I have all the faith in the world, enough to move mountains, I gain nothing without love. And if I give all that I possess to the poor and surrender my flesh to the flames O I am nothing. O I’m nothing without love. Love never fails, It never dies. It never will.
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I'll Wait
03:08
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SOMETIMES I CAN’T FEEL YOU HOLDING ME BUT THESE THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD CAN BE IRRELEVANT. AND I’VE BEEN GUILTY, O I’VE BEEN GUILTY BUT YOU REMIND ME THAT YOU’RE NOT DONE WITH ME YET. AND THIS PAIN AIN’T THE PUNISHMENT, IT’S THE DISTANCE THAT’S IN FRONT OF ME BUT DISTANCE IS WHAT MAKES THE HEART GROW FONDER. AND I KNOW THAT YOU PROMISED ME THAT THIS ROAD IS MARKED WITH SUFFERING BUT YOU’LL USE IT ALL TO MAKE ME THAT MUCH STRONGER. SO I’LL WAIT (TIL I SEE YOUR FACE) HOW MUCH LONGER?
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Vulnerable
05:30
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Is there a better way to exist? To recreate the brokenness? To stay the path of resistance rather than chasing after the wind? I'm convinced that we're all dying and all we're dying of is ignorance. If it makes you feel good than maybe those feelings of regret are signals warning us not to trust our feelings. I'm talking feelings to make you feel uncomfortable like talking about the word "moist" or "moisture" and O how we know moisture in the Florida air. Those afternoon showers are sure to come. But don't fright of fret if they're not here yet because there's still time to plan for it. Here take my umbrella and you can stand under it even when you don't understand. No offense but is this offensive? We all call on ghosts to haunt us the times we would seek to flee from them most (in our right mind). But is our mind right? These vices and visceral notions only cripple the conscience and test our devotion. And if these tainted hands feel for some comfort in a dark room but only grasp at self-destructive instruments, you can call me the Maestro and I'll wave the baton for my misery because all those around me seem to be playing that same song. Why do I lead this dirge? Why do I dance on my casket? I won't be at my funeral! And I won't be late to heaven! (even though I’m always late) This I am certain. The ability to relate and commune is the greatest bond among lovers and among strangers. Our response warrants the same humanity. The nature of genuine integrity shares the value and standard to be desired and to be longed for by every honest soul. But are we afraid of what the truth may prove or expose? It's hard to tell. To stand the test of time refines one to know patience, not just the attribute but the long suffering we find in waiting... Is there an answer to these questions or does it just depend on the one questioning? Is there a partial prejudice to life that deserves it? These days I'm finding it difficult to distinguish between what is wrong and right. 'Those who live by it will die by it'. But we all will die nonetheless. Is there a spark? A lantern alongside the path to light my darkest mid-night. Nearly done yet halfway over. A drunken mind yet halfway sober. These looming mares follow me by day, though whispers soft beg me to stay and wait and watch upward, survey the clouds, the sky. Her galaxy before and behind. The door cracked ajar a symphony as voices raise so gracefully beneath the chaos and the sound, a thundering roar as one abounds. As One, yes One there in it all and all therein simply exists by the mere breath of existence. The infinite divinity of everlasting, the source of creativity, the awesome and awe inspiring, the answer to the questioning, the way and death of dying.
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Holding onto You
03:59
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SOMETIMES IT’S HARD TO FIND THE WORDS WHEN WHAT YOU’VE HEARD, IT JUST TAKES YOUR BREATH AWAY. AND WHEN THE VERDICT BRINGS YOU TO YOUR KNEES, YOU WANNA LOCK UP, THROW AWAY THE KEYS. LIKE YOU CAN’T FACE ANOTHER DAY. CHILD YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE SO STRONG, JUST GOTTA HOLD ON. HOLD ON. AND I’M HOLDING ONTO YOU. I DARE YOU TO SING A HAPPY SONG WHEN YOU’RE ALL ALONE, FEEL LIKE NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU. AND WHEN DEPRESSIONS AT THE DOOR, JUST LOOK HIM IN THE EYE. SAY, “I DON’T NEED YOU ANYMORE.” THERE IS A SEASON FOR YOU GRIEVING BUT THERE'S A RAINBOW THROUGH THE RAIN. THERE IS A GLORY IN YOUR STORY. THERE IS A PURPOSE IN THE PAIN. I KNOW IT’S HARD BUT YOU ARE WORTH IT. PLEASE KNOW YOU’RE NOT ALONE. I’M HOLDING ONTO YOU.
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Thread
03:38
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She was a thread taken from the fabric of a life half-lived, the one constant reminder to abandon all my innocence. But You were the calm after the storm of all my significance. The still small voice I could never ignore, drawing me to repentance. With just one sentence, “Come, let me give you rest.” And I’ve been restless for quite some time now. And a slave once again to that which makes me doubt. My life is but a vapor. My thoughts are just grains of sand, building towers doomed to crumble but still You are mindful of this man. This tired head is heavy. These feeble limbs are giving way. I’ve made my bed in Sheol, even there You call my name. And I will stay above the surface until my final breath floats with the wind and even then I know I will be back home again. And even now every whisper screams sweet truths into my ear, echoing with joyous peace chasing away my every fear. You chase away my every fear.
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