A PAUSE
life so busy. so so busy. it means something if you can make someone pause.
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Monday, May 27, 2013
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
song that didn't make the Jesus Culture album but was recorded with them
MY CUP YOU DRANK
Humble God crucified in weakness
How can I speak this
A love bruised for me
Wine spilled out
Why this wasted life
How can a God be broken
Torn up on a tree
My cup you drank
My cup you drank
You did not give me up to death
You bent down
You walked among the broken
Forgiveness was spoke
the price was your crown
He was pierced
Our punishment upon him
A lamb lead to the slaughter
By his wound we are healed
Humble God crucified in weakness
How can I speak this
A love bruised for me
Wine spilled out
Why this wasted life
How can a God be broken
Torn up on a tree
My cup you drank
My cup you drank
You did not give me up to death
You bent down
You walked among the broken
Forgiveness was spoke
the price was your crown
He was pierced
Our punishment upon him
A lamb lead to the slaughter
By his wound we are healed
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Saturday, May 18, 2013
COMPLICATED LAYERS
COMPLICATED LAYERS
cobblestone streets
a light weight sound
periodic waves of warmth
then the sun goes down
when the sun makes her appearance
scarves and sweaters while the cold air blows by
trapped inside the smell of cinnamon
and sudden layers and complications seem ok
seem ok
cobblestone streets
a light weight sound
periodic waves of warmth
then the sun goes down
when the sun makes her appearance
scarves and sweaters while the cold air blows by
trapped inside the smell of cinnamon
and sudden layers and complications seem ok
seem ok
Thursday, May 16, 2013
THE LAST
THE LAST
Oh how I ran with chained feet
Morose were days whose eyes fell late with joy
And bent like the willows by early spring
My spine was weak and narrow from everything
I dug with haste to make my stubborn chains
Barricade my heart from you again
You cast your spell like seed on an open field
In hope a harvest late in life would yield.
Then I let go with eyes closed
and fall I did into a complex web
she held me here and I learned to trust
and told me I could walk on the other side
I trampled the strong the shoots of spring in vain
cause hurdle death they did and grow again
they grew like vines to towers where I climbed my best
to reach the first the now to reach the last
Oh how I ran with chained feet
Morose were days whose eyes fell late with joy
And bent like the willows by early spring
My spine was weak and narrow from everything
I dug with haste to make my stubborn chains
Barricade my heart from you again
You cast your spell like seed on an open field
In hope a harvest late in life would yield.
Then I let go with eyes closed
and fall I did into a complex web
she held me here and I learned to trust
and told me I could walk on the other side
I trampled the strong the shoots of spring in vain
cause hurdle death they did and grow again
they grew like vines to towers where I climbed my best
to reach the first the now to reach the last
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