[In cleaning off my desk, I found a bunch of random bits of songs. I think they were written mostly spring/summer of 08. Playing around with different ideas… maybe I’ll use some of it later…]
This moment…. so small in itself…
You allow me to distract you
Just because I want it…
Thanks
This is how we pulled down the walls
And you take it as I tease you
Playing with words
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She is flying free
Running down the hills barefoot
Like this is her home
She can give it all away
’cause it will always be hers
All this and more
Princess
She’s not an exile
She’s on her way home
~~~
In a darkened room the music plays
I know my heart is here to stay
Resting in God’s glory as we cry
Overwhelmed by the brokenness of this dying world
~~~
I’m afraid I will choke
Because how can I breathe
Around the stench of this blackness
~~~
Living like a prodigal
Dying like a criminal
You… you look surprised
You never knew that this is what
Living like a Christian looks like
Giving everything
(It was never mine at all)
Joyful through the agony
For the joy ahead
Dying the lowest death
And I am blessed
If it brings God glory
Emptying myself to be filled with Him
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Once I was ashamed of coming to You
With nothing
Now I know I’d have it no other way
I want to stand before You
With empty hands
With nothing in my pockets
With nothing to my name
I want to come naked and broken
Blind and dead
To tremble with awe
As You lay Your hands on my head