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I'm just a man trying to get out of the forest, my boots are heavy dragging mud up on the road. My back is tired from the weight of all this luggage, but I just can't let it go- This is all that I know. Every now and then I write home to my papa, it gives me just enough strength to get by. and In my head echoes a song that's so familiar "Not everyone lives, but everyone Dies Alone" Every night I gather branches for the fire, to keep me warm so I can finally rest my head, but everything I find is always logged with water so I just said "forget it, if it rains God then let it pour" cause I'm the man who digs a grave without a shovel. I'm haunted daily by this will to belong. and when I stumble I can hear the liar whisper "You're a sinner how can God ever love your songs?" You're wrong. I can't believe I tried to make it on my own!
Listener: "These things we keep they don't keep us free, They can't make us free and we try and we'll try. These things we keep don't keep us free and they won't let us be free and we die and we'll die alone. These things we keep don't keep us free, can't make us free and we try and we'll try. These things we keep they don't keep us free they won't let us free and we die, we'll die alone. and sometimes maybe we just can't live in all the ways we want to or should. we can hold each other up in this life and die together to really be alive together, and sometimes maybe those paths we want to take just aren't for us right now to take. but there's a rain coming, and rain won't last forever so lets try to drink it all in and then wait for the sun to come up again, this dark won't be forever either and I'll wait with you til it's ll gone.
Group of Friends: Hold me close and help me smile, lift me up like the sun in the morning, and if I turn my back light the righteous path and guide me safely home.
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Losing is Winning
04:20
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Let me start by saying that I'm feeling sick of always being the street, Cause under these feet I can't eat I can't sleep I can't talk let alone breath. There's always someone telling me to follow my dreams and in the same breath telling me- I need to start thinking realistically.
You better get down before you get shot down,
your always just too afraid to lose,
and never gave it your all, and you just wouldn't believe I see a little of my father in me it hurts so well. Cause sometimes the greatest win is to fail.
Following my Father trying to show His love and yet I'm stuck in the past. I say that I'm free but these chains that you see are the ones that won't last. The "Old Me" is saying that I'll never change; That I should just give up on life, So I just remind myself the "old me" Died.
Oh God, I don't want to wait until tomorrow to show somebody love and how there's victory in You giving up Your Son.
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Waking Up This Town
04:53
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We're waking up this town one by one, in hopes that we can awaken the Son of Man, but He's never been asleep- It's all His kids who just won't give their Dad a place to live. Have you got it all figured out yet? Do you like the way your silhouette stains the splintered wood? you close your eyes, it doesn't do much good. So look at the face of Love That you betrayed. He never gave up on you. Wake up children wake up from your sleep.
-Scripture-
"Awake all you who sleep rise up from the dead so that love will shine on you and in you, so watch how you walk and watch how you talk be wise and alert cause these are the last days and these days are evil don't be a fool instead know your purpose and know the will of the father."
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He hates the way that she's so sarcastic, He's the fuse and she is the matchstick. the tension builds as the spark approaches a silent pulse from a heart that's broken in half. half way home and the volume goes up it reminds him of his father and he wants to throw up, but nothing anyone can say will ever be heard he gets a free lesson but what a hard lesson to learn. and he learns.
He is the only one who knows his problems (as well as you think you do) His tears always fit right in as long as the rain keeps falling down.
His Heart used to beat now it's more like his hands he says sorry but all she hears are the tears when they land. her voice shakes, she says take me home she's feeling so afraid but even more afraid to be all alone. what lasted seconds felt like days in her mind she's trying to forget about the hit and now she's hitting rewind she wants to tell a friend it's hard to get rest but doesn't cause she doesn't feel like anyone will care what she says. and she says...
I am the only one who knows my problems as well as you think you do. My tears always fit right in as long as the rain keeps falling down.
It's just another thing not worth going after, it's just another night living in disaster
It's just another thing not worth going after, it's just another night living in disaster OH!
How'd we let it get so far living our lives trying to revive from these scars how'd we let it get so far.
I know you're scared but it's just about who we are in just a little bit a little bit longer and you'll come around and see we're wearing similar scars and we are part of the same dark dissident world.
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Foolish Heart
03:45
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I toss and I turn like a child at the table, hungry for something but nothing I'm able to find is fulfilling, yet with each pulse I'm willing to keep walking closer to You. I keep on reminding myself its your timing and ask that you guide this woman I'm still finding and blindly i kept moving on with each step to keep walking closer to you.
How can you (creator of the world) love such a foolish heart?
I try and I try to remain optimistic, afraid that she's already come and I've missed it so lord I pray that you keep this heart at bay as I'm walking closer to you. It seems so impossible without a hand to hold, but one day you'll send her and she'll see I'm sold. and there's this song so when I meet the one I'll know to keep walking closer to you.
Tell me How can you (creator of the world) love such a foolish heart?
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The Riverside
05:14
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Lord I feel so ashamed, Like I should be the one you blame; Instead you gave me a new heart!?
As if your blood was not enough, you came and conquered death for us so that you could live in our new heart!
Lord I feel so undeserving, and yet you call me son as if I'm worthy!
I'll meet you by the riverside, I'll meet you by the water to confirm my love for you to the world.
Jason: It's the shame that keeps my clothes dry, to refrain from giving up my life to the name above all the same failed dives but a name waiting to wade with me. So put me in under backwards just above the shoulders and forward to save and send me out your way, So wet with life it's ironic to try just to float with the dead in ignorance. I am the dead resurrected, with the world I'll leave my pride, a stain washed white at the riverside.
I'll meet you by the riverside, I'll meet you by the water to confirm my love for you to the world.
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Take me away so I don't make mistakes, I get myself in trouble 'cause my mouth speaks my mind, my mind's always wondering when you're going to come back to take me away.
You came down from the clouds, and made your father proud of you by the way you move, the way you moved the world. Now I just want to do the same, so I can hear my Father say "child I'm so proud of you, and the way you've moved the world"
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People Like Me
04:47
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Look in my eyes and you'll see all the nights I've cried, look at my past and you'll say it's not far behind, look at my face and you'll see I misplaced all my faith.
Look at these hands and you'll swear I'm a carpenter, look at my chest and you'll see that this heart is pure, look at my face and you'll see I was saved, and by grace!
Look at this man and you'll see just a little kid covered in blood from a man who says I'm innocent, how in the world could you love such a beast like me?
yaweh come down to us!
You're such a thief you stole my heart, and you shouldn't save people like me, you came into this world so purely and gave up your own son to set us free.
You reign forever more, as this ship wrecks on the shore and I am just a man. So take apart this flesh and bones I know they say I'm not my own but in this world I feel that's all I have. So here I am "I am" I am afraid to sink into the sand, a slave to man just pull me onto dry land. We started singing Yaweh come down to us!
I am just a man.
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Emanuel (Part II)
06:19
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First of all I'd like to say that everyone makes mistakes and it's never been about what you have, or haven't done. It's about His love and how we've become the spirit's housing, and now we show the world as we glorify His name. (Lord of Glory)
Lord my God, just guide this man through the night. I've felt alone but you've never left my side. How amazing is your love!
You're Emanuel, you're the one who came and died, gave your life for me and live inside of me so I can tell the lame and broken about the love and truth you've spoken into this world.
On the edge of my bed I don't know what to do. My heart is breaking for all of the broken and poor. and it's true what they said "you love us all!"
You're Emanuel, you're the one who came and died, gave your life for me and live inside of me so I...
Go and tell the world that Jesus Christ has got His arms around me, Go and tell the world!!!!!
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Half Price Hero Cleveland, Tennessee
I was born in a small town in Ohio. I later moved to Chattanooga TN. I lived there for a while and the Lord found my heart! I decided that I would follow Christ to the ends of the earth! So I moved to Cleveland TN with a few good friends, we did some ministry out of a Church building that we rented. We fed the Hungry, showed love to addicts, and built lasting friendships! The music is always 2nd. ... more
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