1. |
Prelude
02:20
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2. |
LOVE
03:03
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Love of all love
Come near
Come near
We need your eyes to see
What’s here
What’s here
And show us what can be
May we dream what we can’t see
Love of all love
Come near
Come near
We need your eyes to see
What’s here
What’s here
Beneath this crumbled ground
Lies all your jewels and crowns
So won’t you come here now and be
All that we need in a king
And a queen…
God of all your children
Hear our cries
We long for peace
We long for love
We long for joy
We are tired of the wars
We are tired of the wars
So won’t you come here now and be
All that we need in a king
And a queen
So won’t you come here now and be
All that we need in a king
And a queen
Won’t you come here now and be
All that we need in a king
And a queen: Love
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3. |
Is Your Heart Broken?
03:44
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Is your heart broken
Does your soul ache
Are your bones breaking
Is your heart faint
God is right there in your suffering and your pain
Listening, watching over you and rescuing
Is your heart broken
Have you lost hope
Are your bones breaking
Are you all alone?
God is right there in your suffering and your pain
Listening, watching over you and rescuing
Not a bone will be broken
Not a heart will be faint
Not a bone will be broken
Not a heart will be faint
Not a bone will be broken
Not a heart will be faint
Not a bone will be broken
Not a heart will be faint
(God is right there in your suffering and your pain
Listening, watching over you and rescuing)
Is your heart broken
Does your soul ache
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4. |
Treehouses
02:23
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If it’s true there is hope
for a tree cut down,
I will walk from Alaska
down to Patagonia
with an axe in one hand
and seeds in the other,
planting treehouses along the way
because even vagabonds
need a place to stay, sometimes.
They’ll grow
high up in the canopy,
lined with jars to collect moonlight
to act as votive reminders
that it is on the darkest nights
when we can see the most light
coming down from auroras
and milky ways.
And even though the moon
is just a super bright rock,
she is still the beacon
that guides our way home.
These days
I don’t know if my return home
finds me in a cathedral
or a cabin,
whether my communion
is wine and bread from a goblet
or whiskey
pulled straight from the bottle in the mountains,
but I do know
three years ago,
I started inking a labyrinth on my arm
to remember where I started.
Each bend reads like a line on a topo map;
you can trace a route
straight to my heart from that summit.
And in those high places
emerging butterflies unfurl into living prayer flags.
I will watch each winged square
tie in to the next
like alpine semaphore
strung from peak to peak.
Reminders to every passerby
that there is loss all around us
but we are linked
by the love that makes each loss,
which is how I hold on
to each hope
that grows from a tree cut down.
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5. |
My Soul Waits
04:20
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I am alone out here
Who can find me?
Out of the depths I cry
Who can hear me?
From desert land to forest
From setting sun to morning
My soul waits
My soul waits for God
My soul waits
My soul waits for God
I am alone out here
Who can find me?
Out of the depths I cry
Who can hear me?
From ocean deep to Everest
From southern pole to arctic
From desert land to forest
From setting sun to morning
My soul waits
My soul waits for God
My soul waits
My soul waits for God
And in the darkest places
For those whom morning hastens
And in the darkest places
For those whom morning hastens
My soul waits
My soul waits for God
My soul waits
My soul waits for God
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6. |
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06:18
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Protect me, God
For I take refuge in you
Protect me, God
For I run to you
And I have said to the Lord
You are good above all others
But I have fled so far
And gave my heart to another
Who will save
my wandering ways?
Who will say
“you are safe, you are safe”?
God, you will not
Abandon me to the grave
Therefore I trust
in your goodness and your grace
You will show me life
And in your presence there is joy
I will rest each night
And in your goodness I’ll abide
Take my hand
Guide my heart and all my plans
Show me life
In this darkness and this night
In the darkness
How could I see?
You were with me
I know you’ll show me paths of life in time
And in your presence there is joy sometimes
I’ll rest each night in your comfort and love in time
And in your goodness I’ll abide sometimes
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sounds inspired by the mysteries of god and life.
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