| River God
Rolling River God
Little Stones are smooth
Only once the water passes through
So I am a stone
rough and grainy still
Trying to reconcile this river's chill
CHORUS:
But when I close my eyes
and feel you rushing by
I know that time brings change
and change takes time
And when the sunset comes
my prayer would be just this one
that you might pick me up
and notice that I am
just a little smoother in your hand
Sometimes raging
wild
sometimes swollen high
never have I known this river dry
The deepest part of you
is where I want to stay
and feel the sharpest edges wash away |
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| Wrote this almost 4 years ago! wow...
Questioned Worship
Go to sing but your mouth goes dry
It shuts before you sings words of praise
Poeple don't understand why
Maybe its just a faze
You go to clap but your hands are numb
You keep them at your sides
Joyful noises don't ever come
Giving thankfulness is denied
Why are your songs of gladness in question?
As you see others search their hearts
Is there a purpose to this session?
Where do you even begin to start?
To ask what worship means
You have seen extremes
And all this has been weighing in your mind
But don't you even see
That God has meant it be be
And that is is worth lifting up your voice
Come and sing
Praises to our God and King
Don't worry if others mean it or not
Glorify God with all YOUR heart
Don't deny His thanks of how you feel
Or look to others to see if there's is real
Keep your eyes on on His face
As your worship you feel His embrac
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| Fly- Sara Groves
Speak in a summer
tone
Pause in the after glow
Tenderly whisper my name
Tell me once again why I am your bride
So I can fly
So I can fly
Pause in your busy
day
Look extra long my way
Wink at me across the room
Kiss me longer
Touch my arm when I am by your side
So I can fly
So I can fly
Oh how the little
things
Strengthen my tiny wings
Help me to take on the world
When you love me there's nothing I wouldn't try
I might even fly
I might even fly
I might even fly
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| The Hand Song- Nickle Creek
The boy only wanted to give Mother something
And all of her roses had bloomed
Looking at her as he came rushing in with them
Knowing her roses were doomed
All she could see were some thorns buried deep
And the tears that he cried as she tended his wounds
And she knew it was love
It was one she could understand
He was showing his love
And that's how he hurt his hands
He still remembers that night as child
On his mother's knee
She held him close and she opened her bible
And quietly started to read
And seeing a picture of Jesus he cried out
"Momma, he's got some scars just like me."
And he knew it was love
It was one he could understand
He was showing his love
And that's how he hurt his hands
Now the boy's grown and moved out on his own
When Uncle Sam comes along
A foreign affair, but our young men were there
And luck had his number drawn
It wasn't that long till our hero was gone
He gave to a friend what he learned from the cross
But they knew it was love
It was one they could understand
He was showing his love
And that's how he hurt his hands
It was one they could understand
He was showing his love
And that's how he hurt his hands
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