i spent a year with eric in india... now he spends his years in a boat he owns in washington. when he's not civil engineering the world, he's making music... and i now know... he's making it with his boat. enjoy his creativity and thoughtful lyrics. you can find some of his other clever creations HERE. and notice the album cover? i was happy to help out!
a lyrical remix of the words which have been accompanying me in lately. sometimes, others say it better. and i won’t back down i won’t turn around and around and i won’t back down doesn’t matter what comes crashing down i’m still gonna stand my solid ground won’t back down [mat kearney] i can tell by your eyes that you’re not getting any sleep and you try to rise above it, but feel you’re sinking in too deep oh, oh i believe, i believe that it’s going to be alright it’s going to be alright it’s going to be alright [sara groves] and i don’t think that i can even remember why it was that...
Read Moreeverything is a dream and it’s moving fast oh it’s hard to hand the present over to the past so i don’t know where to start cuz i fear the end and all this transition into ‘remember when’ every day is sailing by drinks you dry but you’re balancing the world it never fails you’re last in line by design so you’re balancing the world all alone sometimes it’s hard to see when our cheeks are wet and the storms inside our hearts won’t let our heads forget that this is part of a life a chapter in the book that’s where one day we’ll sit back down and take a look every day is sailing by drinks you dry but...
Read Moremy lyrical remix from the caedmon’s call cd, share the well. you should really check it out here. cricket for baseball, polo for golf, curry for ketchup and barbeque sauce. i’m looking to find a reason to shine, waiting in richshaws, standing in line. i’m a thumb that wanders through the pages of the national geographic. i did not catch her name, i did not catch her tears. but they hit me like a train, when her story hit my ears. mother of eight sons, father off to war. got no home address, just bricks on a dirt floor. and she said Jesus is all i need. it takes a deeper well...
Read Morewhen the paul’s opened the children’s home in july, they had six children waiting in line. it’s only september and the number has doubled. some have come because their fathers died of tuberculosis, others because there were too many mouths to feed at home. a precious few because they are all alone with no family, home, or friend who will claim them. whatever the reason for bringing them there, the doors remain open to all and arms fly wide open to greet them. i know i am here to design a hospital, i know my main purpose here is to...
Read Morei will rise and i will stand, getting off of my knees and my hands. i will walk as You lead. and look beyond what i can see. i will speak from my heart, and not let pride tear the truth apart. i won't fear another man, 'cause he is dust just like i am. *because in this journey when the night is done *i will set my face towards the sun. *i will not look back, no. *no, i will not look back. i will learn as i go, and test the things that i think i know. i will love without return, light my fears on fire to watch them burn. i will hope...
Read Morei am long on staying. i am slow to leave, especially when it comes to you my friend. you have taught me to slow down, and to prop up my feet. it's the fine art of being who i am. and i can't figure out why you want me around. i'm not the smartest person i have ever met. but somehow that doesn't matter, no it really never mattered to you at all. *and at the risk of wearing out my welcome. *at the risk of self-discovery, *i'll take every moment, *and every minute that you give me. 'cause if you sit at home you're a loser, couldn't you find anything better to...
Read Morei repent. i repent of my pursuit of america's dream i repent. i repent of living like i deserve anything of my house, my fence, my kids, my wife in our suburb where we're safe and white i am wrong and of these things i repent i repent. i repent of parading my liberty i repent. i repent of paying for what i get for free and for the way i believe that i am living right by trading sins for others that are easier to hide i am wrong and of these things i repent. i repent judging by a law that even i can't keep of wearing righteousness like a disguise to see through...
Read Morei'm not a big fan of the sound of this song. but oh, the lyrics. i want to add to the beauty. we come with beautiful secrets we come with purposes written on our hearts, written on our souls we come to every new morning with possibilities only we can hold, that only we can hold redemption comes in strange place, small spaces calling out the best of who we are and i want to add to the beauty, to tell a better story i want to shine with the Light that's burning up inside it comes in small inspirations it brings redemption to life and work to our...
Read Moremy itunes tells me i have heard it 5 times already, but it wasn't until today i really listened. you know when you hear a song and for some reason, it just resonates within you i differently than it ever has before? the lyrics hold multiple meanings, strings articularly plucked in the background slowly and beautifully build only to climax and fall. i don't know what it is, but it is noon and now itunes counts it 22 times played. lyrics sampling... but everyday when i get up i see folks trading in their crowns for all these paper or plastic lives; an opiate...
Read Moremy mind has been everywhere but on work this week. it often drifts off to far away places, known and unknown, to people in my past and others i have yet to meet, to memories and unwritten events. half of the time i'm sitting at my desk, i'm really not there, but nobody seems to notice. i don't mind either. never seeing the ocean until i was 20, i think it had a greater impact on me than most. i was so overwhelmed as i stared into the vastness of it all at virginia beach; i wanted to turn completely around...
Read Moreinternally processing until further notice blessed be Your name, when the sun's shining down on me, when the world's all as it should be; blessed be Your name. blessed be Your name on the road marked with suffering, oh, there's pain in the offering; blessed be Your name. every blessing You pour out, i turn back to praise. when the darkness closes in, Lord still i will say... blessed be the name of the Lord You give and take away, You give and take away my heart will choose to stay. Lord blessed be Your name.
last weekend was my own personal kick-off weekend. the college and career group at my church planned a retreat at a campsite near lawrence. i have been excited about this weekend away for such a long time. i needed a fresh start, a clean slate. i had such deep community in manhattan that i was starving for it again. i was ready to engage in relationships and be apart of something bigger and more intentional than myself. the weekend gave me a taste of that again. i have a feeling it will be difficult to trust again; but i know...
Read Morea million miles away from anything familiar a thousand places i would rather be so i choke back the tears and try to find the bright side though i find it hard to see beyond my suffering in my heart i know Your plan is so much bigger but this small part is all that i can see and i believe You haven't left me here to wander still i can't help but ponder where You're leading me *and i ask why this road *why this way and this load *tell me how far i must go *'til i see *'til i know why this road a million miles away from anythig familliar what...
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