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Homeless Without You
05:18
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I cannot understand
Everything you've been through
All I can say is that I've been through some things too
Innocence is not mine
Although I've been wronged sometimes
I have been wrong so many times too
I have been wrong and I am homeless without you
Won't you take me by the hand
Won't you take me by the hand
Lead me home, I'll follow you
Won't you take me by the hand
Like the blind man that I am
Lead me home, I'll follow you
Just don't let me go...
Fellowship is sublime
Although it can hurt sometimes
Time and again I have been healed here
This is true
So here we are once again
We're more than just two good friends
I feel the Spirit in me reaching deep into you
As deep calls to deep, I find I'm homeless without you
Won't you take me by the hand
Won't you take me by the hand
Lead me home, I'll follow you
Won't you take me by the hand
Like the blind man that I am
Lead me home, I'll follow you
Just don't let me go...
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2. |
Violence In My Art
05:28
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This violence in my art is like a
Well aimed fiery dart
It's burning
Bringing down the walls around my words
They just keep spilling out like
A dam burst in a drought
Some kind of learning
And I wonder, If I blow this horn
Will the people shout?
And I wonder, if I blow this horn
Will the people shout?
'Cause there's a symbol with a ragged edge
It's like a photograph on a stranger's fridge...
It's vaguely familiar
It's that woman with the blindfold eyes
Balancing the people's lies
Ah, she's vaguely familiar
But there's a whispering behind the fence
A heightened sense of coincidence
A common theme and a common sense
Has the common cup become a calming influence?
Ah, it's just so familiar!
And I wonder, if I blow this horn
Will the people shout?
And I wonder, if I blow the whistle
Will the walls fall down?
'Cause these are strange days
Strange days
A kind of turning,
Some kind of fall...
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3. |
Take It Like A Lamb
06:32
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I’ll trade you tinsel for your land
I’ll teach you words to understand
And for your crops and for your herds
I’ll teach you meaning for those words
I’ll take your grain and sell you bread
I’ll sell you fears to fill your head
And when the sun sets on your youth
I’ll take your children’s lives too
Come Jesus, come Lord Jesus
Come Jesus, take it like a lamb
Come Jesus, come Lord Jesus
Come Jesus, take it like a lamb
You struck me something must be done
I’ll get myself a bigger gun
I’ll shoot you right between the eyes
You’ll see me coming, then you’ll die
I’ll chase you to the very end
Nobody’s coming home again
It’s not about who’s right or wrong
History’s written by the strong
Run Jesus, run Lord Jesus
Run Jesus, run young lion, run!
Run Jesus, run Lord Jesus
Run Jesus, run young lion, run!
Up from the earth we raise our song
The earth herself sings along
Her branches raised in one plea
“Mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy...”
Come Jesus, come O hunted ones,
Come Jesus, rest among us
Come Jesus, come O wounded ones,
Come Jesus, heal among us
Come Jesus, come O homeless ones,
Come Jesus, live among us
Come Jesus, come Lord Jesus
Come Jesus, rise among us
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4. |
Love, Born Again
05:22
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For fifteen years you’ve been my bride
Young love aging
With fifteen more and you by my side
Love born again
Things just keep changing
But a constant through the years
Is how you’ve made me
And I wanted you to hear it straight from me
I love you
You’re nine years old and oh, how you see
Wisdom beyond your years
And you cast this light
On your mother and me
Love born again
Things just keep changing
But a constant through the years
Is how you’ve made me
And I wanted you to hear it straight from me
I love you
You’re six years old
In the blink of an eye
You taste life so wonderfully
And you share this feast
With your mother and I
Love born again
Things just keep changing
But a constant through the years
Is how you’ve made me
And I wanted you to hear it straight from me
I love you
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5. |
I Would Follow
03:34
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Sometimes it’s just so hard to feel the touch of life
In this desert of the real
Sometimes it’s just so hard to see the vision
that should lead me
Sometimes it’s just so hard to hear the word
that should be spoke
What does it mean to walk by faith and not by sight?
There must be more to this riddle
How does the planted seed develop in the ground?
So much more than eyes can see
How am I present with the Lord in this old tent
That’s breaking me?
I would follow if you please
I would follow if you please
I would follow if you please
I would follow
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Caught in a well-laid net
Soldier’s boot on my neck
Lashes across my back
That’s when the ground was shaken
I ran to the water’s edge
Pressed by a fiery hedge
I came through the water’s depths
Into this land unending...
I’ve passed through the watery grave
I’ve passed through the fiery flame
I’ve passed through this widening plane
Into this very spacious place
I’ve been drowned and burned
Lately I’ve tossed and turned
Should there be lessons learned?
Should this be all forgotten?
Come see what God has done
Come see what God has done
Come see what God has done
Come see what God has done
Come see what God has done...
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7. |
Drifter
04:11
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Don’t ask me
Don’t ask me to do anything at all
Don’t ask me to be
Don’t ask me to be anything for you
Anything
Anything
I’m just a drifter in the wind
I’m just a driven thing
And I don’t know how I came to be here
I’m just a drifter in the wind
I’m just a driven piece of shit
I’m just a drifter
And I don’t know how I came to be here
I’m just a drifter in the wind
I’m just a driven man
And I don’t know how I came to be here
Don’t ask me
Don’t ask me to do anything at all
You know I’d only fall
Don’t ask me to be
Don’t ask me to be anything for you
‘Cause I’d do anything
Anything
‘Cause I’m just a drifter in the wind
I’m just a driven thing
And I don’t know how I came to be here
I’m just a drifter in the wind
I’m just a driven piece of shit
I’m just a drifter and I don’t know how I came to be here
I’m just a drifter in the wind
I’m just a driven man
And I don’t know how I came to be here
And I don’t know just how long I’ll be clear
And I wonder could your Spirit heal me
And I wonder could your Spirit use me
And I wonder could your Spirit move me
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8. |
The Hammer Must Fall
04:00
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I run to keep just ahead of the voices
I run to keep just ahead of the mob
I run to shake off my collectors
B-but I know that the hammer must fall
M-must fall
B-but I know that the hammer must fall
M-must fall
I run so hard that my bones are breaking
I run so hard that I’m bound to fall
I run to shake off my collectors
B-but I know that the hammer must fall
M-must fall
B-but I know that the hammer must fall
M-must fall
I run to you when I’ve lost my senses
I run to you when the devil come’s call’n
I run to you ‘cause you’re my religion
B-but I know that the hammer must fall
M-must fall
B-but I know that the hammer must fall
M-must fall
I’m gonna lay me down to die now
I’m gonna lay my burden down
I’m gonna face all my collectors
Because I know that the hammer must fall
M-must fall
Because I know that the hammer must fall
M-must fall
M-must fall
M-must fall
M-must fall
M-must fall
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Holy, Holy, Holy
02:59
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Holy, holy, holy is the Lord
Who fills the earth;
Who fills the earth.
Holy, holy holy is the Lord,
Who fills the earth;
Who fills the earth!
Flamed beings surrounding
Offering their praise;
Glory and smoke confound me,
It’s such a sweet embrace;
Such a sweet embrace of me.
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord
Who fills the earth;
Who fills the earth.
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord
Who fills the earth;
Who fills the earth!
My eyes have seen such glory,
By ears have heard such praise.
So kiss these pierced lips of mine and
Burn me deeper than the stain;
Kiss me ember of that Flame.
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord
Who fills the earth;
Who fills the earth.
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10. |
Weary Is The Way
05:27
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Weary is the way of sin,
It’s the loneliest of journeys
when you’re wandering away from where you’ve been.
Weary is the way of sin,
It’s the loneliest of journeys
When you know there’s no returning here again...
There is no joy in it;
There is no joy in it;
There is no joy in it.
Heavy are the hands, heavy are the feet,
The most unsatisfying slumber
Is drifting off from who you should have been.
Heavy are the hands, heavy are the feet,
The most unsatisfying slumber
Is the spell that keeps you underneath the truth...
There is no joy in it;
There is no joy in it;
There is no joy in it.
Cool, cool, cool is the light of the moon;
And it’s silvery attraction
Is but a moment’ry distraction for the fool.
Cool, cool, cool is the light of the moon;
Although it makes the waters shimmer,
I can feel it growing cooler even still...
There is no burning in it;
There is no burning in it;
There is no burning in it.
There is no joy in this;
There is no joy in this;
There is no joy in this.
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11. |
Who Can Tell
05:42
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Who can tell what is to come
Who’s to say what may be;
Well it ain’t me
It ain’t me
‘Cause I looked down your twisted vine
And I saw you; that’s right, I saw you;
And I looked at your stranger eyes
And I whispered, “why”;
That’s when you shocked me...
And I said,
Who can tell what is to come?
And I asked,
Who’s to say what may be?
Well it ain’t me;
It ain’t me.
Because you looked down my twisted vine,
And you saw me--feels like you caught me.
And you looked my stranger eyes
And you whispered, “why?”
That’s when I shocked you...
And you said,
Who can tell what is to come?
And you asked,
Who’s to say what may be?
Well it ain’t me;
It ain’t me.
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12. |
Golden Sunrise
05:32
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A dry and thirsty wanderer,
In a dry and thirsty land;
Another day has gone, and another day began;
And this may be the golden sunrise I have sought;
But hope fades in the sunlight like the dew;
If only dreams could come true.
I’ve seen the vine grow heavy,
And the branches bow low;
But the wine is blood
and the soil is war;
And this may be the day
When bloodshed is no more...
But hope has spilt upon that bloodstained soil,
If only dreams could come true.
I’ve seen the ripe fruit wither
In the hand of a child;
Their cup and bowl lay broken.
I’ve seen the infant feeding
On a well gone dry;
The hunger pains awoken.
And this may be the day
When mercy is upheld...
But hope has withered like the dying leaves;
If only dreams could come true.
But this may be the day
The golden trumpet sounds--
The skies divide, and all hope shines through;
Even so, Lord, come soon.
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13. |
How Could This Be Wise?
05:44
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I never knew that someone could die
I never knew that someone would die
How can this be true?
How can this be wise?
Out in the sun, shielding my eyes
Under the sun with tears in my eyes
How can this be true?
How can this be wise?
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