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Blind men see what you have missed
Loving the collide
Close your eyes and take the hit
Showing what you hide
And put down your guns child
Be young go run free
All this fighting starts a fire
That we can’t defeat
Filed up motions can’t be wrong
Hallelujah sing
Christ have we been gone this long
Have we missed everything?
Lost out in the wilderness
Is this what’s alive?
Fathers sons we’re all a mess
Help us heal inside
Crashed we’ve all but lost the plot
Stranded in ourselves
Praise the Lord we are not lost
His voice is our help
Lead us to the end and
Bring us past the fire
Lead the song where we can stand
With the angel choir
Hallelujah
Amen
Help us sing along
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2. |
This Madness
04:51
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Have you ever felt so alone
Or maybe a little closer to
A God who’s just so unknown?
Well maybe He’s lonely too
I’ve been toting this madness everywhere I go
Maybe it’s just a little too much for you to hear for sure
I’ve been running all my life
Wandering far from home
Wading in the water to heal my strife
When all it’s going to do is drown
If you can hear my mother’s voice
Then maybe you can hear her moan
The pain it took just to keep me here
And now she’s all alone
I’ve been toting this madness everywhere I go
Maybe it’s just a little too much for you to hear for sure
I’ve been running all my life
Wandering far from home
Wading in the water to heal my strife
When all it’s going to do is drown
Maybe it’s not so bad to die
It could’ve been worse for most
To end all the pain that drags us down
Standing victors with the heavenly host
I’ll keep toting this madness everywhere I go
Maybe it’s just a little too much for you to hear for sure
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Grown Seeds
03:31
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I’m staring at the mortar and I know it won’t last
What makes a man look a wall and think about the end of the world?
My mind is a rushing stream crushing rocks underneath
My heart is a crimson steed who’s doped up enough to make him breath
Can a wanderer feel peace when he lays his down?
Or a seed that’s thrown out on the ground
What’s it take to make it grown?
I’m groaning for the day when days are over
And all I have before me is a God who was always my Savior
‘cause weary hearts and weary minds crumble at the thought
Of one more day spent on grasping for straws
Can a wanderer feel peace when he lays his down?
Or a seed that’s thrown out on the ground
What’s it take to make it grown?
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Resurrection
03:09
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The fiercest love came from your squinted eyes
They strained to search but also to hide
How many deeps and how many wides
Has the heart behind these blind blue eyes missed?
I’m not your resurrection
I can’t be the savior in this fight
‘cause no matter how I try on these suits of armor
They always bring me down
The greatest thing I’ve ever done was walk away
From all the things I tried to do to make you stay
Now you’re in the darkness of your olden days
But I write this song from whence I came
I’m not your resurrection
I can’t be the savior in this fight
‘cause no matter how I try on these suits of armor
They always bring me down
And you’re still nowhere to be found
Fear has taken quite a hold
O, to be your jacket in this cold
But if I cover you until you’re old
All you’ll be is a warmed up rotted soul
I’m not your resurrection
I can’t be the savior in this fight
‘cause no matter how I try on these suits of armor
They always bring me down
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5. |
Dirty Hands
03:50
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Never one for the waiting
I held you in disregard
I never cared what you’re faced with
I only held onto my heart
And now I lay my dirty hands down in this grass where I was born
But I was never born here at all
The rock-a-bye baby that I was is not what I’ve been
I’ve never been much at all
For you
Everyone’s full of jaded and heavy weighted hearts
But mine has been so degrading
How could I ever love yours?
And now I lay my dirty hands down in this grass where I was born
But I was never born here at all
The rock-a-bye baby that I was is not what I’ve been
I’ve never been much at all
For you
The only hope that I have now
Is that I was loved
Before I bore into this vow
To be all the things I ever was
And now I lay my dirty hands down in this grass where I was born
But I was never born here at all
The rock-a-bye baby that I was is not what I’ve been
I’ve never been much at all
For you
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Fell On Hard Days
03:08
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Washed up by a shore side shack my shoe is gone and my eyes burn
Tom told me to hold on, no come back
And now I’ve got some scars to earn
I fell on hard days and now I’m crying
Who wants to listen to an old man dying?
Listen it’s a symphony not a solo
Our lives are breaking up and going on
But don’t worry about it dear where we’re going
Is nicer than the ground we’re on
I fell on hard days and now I’m crying
Who wants to listen to an old man dying?
Our hearts were only made to beat
Not for breaking under defeat
I fell on hard days and now I’m crying
Who wants to listen to an old man dying?
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O Great Seer
04:13
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O great Seer, where am I going?
Look on down my road I’m travelling
Speak out loud ‘cause I’ve been throwing
Stones out in front of my feet scrambling
O great Seer, what’s coming down?
I see all the trouble rolling from glory
And I know that my deeds called it all down
But my cries for mercy become the story
O great Seer, help me be strong
‘cause I can’t take the outside
And all I got is these hands and they ain’t strong
All the while what needs fixing’s inside
O great Seer, come on down!
But bring us love and bring us grace!
Guide us to that golden town!
And help us be seers to see your face!
O great Seer, come on down
But bring us love and bring us grace
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Word
04:52
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Seventy years have gone too soon
Since Evelyn said every word
That inside her heart were true
Seventy years her world was turned
Seventy cars in all the lanes
Breaking the silent chaos
Shattering to create day
Seventy cars make found the lost
The word never changed
Seventy days inside this cell
Would make any man to question her
But photographs could never tell
Seventy pages of her words
The word never changed
Seventy feet inside this earth
Seventy mountains tall above
Seventy clouds they hover
Seventy times seven to love
The word never changed
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A Savior
04:21
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I don’t want to be a success
I don’t want to wear that white dress
The day of my wedding let me be
Naked as the day I came to breathe
I don’t want to be the famous one
I don’t want to make you love this, son
So rack up all the lies you have for me
Ready for a shoulder turned to flee
Sleep covers me like a fever
Warm blankets wrapped up tight
Do you wonder?
Who I’ll be this time tonight: a loner
Or a man full of truth and life: a savior
I don’t want to be lonely anymore
So how I’m supposed to settle this score?
Cause all you’re drawn to is a man of means
And all I’m bent towards is fleeing the scene
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We're the Saints
04:20
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The older that I get, the older I’m getting
I’m not too concerned with the merriment of life
‘cause eating and drinking are more for the living
And prayer’s what keeps me best
And singing’s sure what helps me through the strife
Vices and verses don’t make a good pair
‘cause when I’m fighting for breath I need a new air
This flesh on my bones and blood in my veins is what holds so true
In all this talk of “What are we to do?”
Hallelujah, hallelu the saints are marching in
Hallelujah, hallelu they’re here
But don’t be scared of nothing little darlin’ it’s you and me
We’re the saints and all this is glory
Verily I tell you that I can’t do no wrong
My heart it beats a blood that’s black as coal
But I’ve been mined and I’ve been saved and it’s surely good
And now the diamonds shine through like gold
Hallelujah, hallelu the saints are marching in
Hallelujah, hallelu they’re here
But don’t be scared of nothing little darlin’ it’s you and me
We’re the saints and all this is glory
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