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Gather
04:02
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Gather all your buckets
And put them in meadow
Catch the rain, catch the rain,
Can you catch it on your tongue?
Gather up the dirt to dam
The rivers in the road
Watch erosion cut away
The walls that we've called home
Gather all the dewy stems
Of sorrel, clover, dandelion
Catch a salad in your hands
And picnic in the road
Gather up your candles
Shut the breakers down a while
Feed a roaring bonfire a branch
Feel the dewdrops on your toes
Hear the quiet
Let it go
Set your feet
To the road
Gather up the swirling sea
Into a sushi roll
Gather up the breeze
Into a sailsong we can bellow
Gather all the sand to glass
Curl it as you blow
Twirl the gulls, catch the wind
Let go
Let go
let go
Catch the music
Let it flow
Set your eyes
To the sunglow
Gather up your bags
Throw it all out, save for one
You don't get a carry-on
When the dusty trail is done
Gather up your friends
Into their beds beneath the soil
Ezekiel can these dry bones dance
Lord You alone can know
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This isn't a Game
03:57
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This isn't a Game
You broke up to make a point
I took the hint and ran
Then tried to take it back
With everything inside--thought you were the one
But two hearts broken, a past that died
Empty arguments and no room for compromise
I can see it in your eyes
Oh this isn't a game
And this isn't a game you can win
You said no more things have to die
If they might ever come to life
"Never call." "Never call again."
And while that I was best
I truly hope
You don't think I'll like you coming back again
You can't play like this
Oh this isn't a game
And this isn't a game you can win
You touched my cheek with one small finger
You're in love, but I'm committed
You will leave
No matter what you think of me
All those warnings that you gave
I can see now, you were brave
But I'm a fool, my heart ain't yours
Oh this isn't a game
And this isn't a game you can win
Our lips met for my first kiss
An hour passed before we left
And your eyes, burned right into mine
Your fingertips upon my neck,
Made me burn inside and then
Was the train--and the platform where we're parting
And you want me but your words are empty
Was I just a salve
For your lonliness
Oh this isn't a game
And this is isn't a game you can win
Oh this isn't a game
And this isn't a game you can win
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3. |
Lord I Pray
03:41
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God, I--pray that I
Would need you now
A little more each day
Take these tiny loaves and
Make a feast for someone else
God, I--pray that I
Would hope and pray and see
Thomas may get a bad rap--
But I want a faith that changes me
Let me see
Lord, I pray that I
Would stop seeking my own
Stop resenting my limitations
And rest inside your love
Lord, I pray that I
Would learn when to give up
and watch you work
I don't have too much you see
But my pride has gotten worse
And got the better of me
To love, to love, to love
You've gotta break this broken heart
To see, to hope, to meet us here
You must reveal who you are
Lord, I pray that I
Would learn when to shut up
When to pray and when to fast
And when to just get up
Lord, I pray that I
Would be lost inside your love
Let it fall, let it flow out
(repeat chorus)
So take my money
Wreck my plans
'Til you're my only hope again
Sap my strength and sufficiency
On you I will depend
////Lord, I pray that I
Would need you now
A little more each day////
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James Metelak Kyrgyzstan
Indie-folk Acoustic Singer-Songwriter Multilingual World Traveler Music That is Sometimes to God, and sometimes not.
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