I originally started writing this song in Northern Ireland when I took a little time for some reflection and walked to the shore on this beautiful spot. It was so bright and sunny with a gentle breeze. During the trip I was just thinking about love and where it comes from to where it goes. How amazing is it that there is a God who pours out a love that flows into us? But that's not where it ends! His love comes into us that we can share it and spread it. Let HIS love fill me up so much that it comes pouring out of me! I just envision this waterfall/rapids/river/whirlpool of love raining down that doesn't know how to sit still but shoots out to everything nearby that receives it. Don't let your love be still! I want to be a kitchen strainer that rests underneath the endlessly pouring fountain and doesn't hold it but lets it come out in all directions. I'm probably mixing the metaphor somehow now but it's something that I've been thinking a lot about lately. AND IT'S SO EXCITING!!! The love that comes from HIM! We have access to it and we can share it! How beautiful a relationship is that??
Love, Be Not Still
Love, be not still
Let the cup be over filled
Spread oh fire, so wild
Love, be not still
Singing, Grace, come fill the skies
Oh what mercy beheld by these eyes
Where death finds its demise
Grace, come fill the skies
Life, with endless days
is the blood within these veins
I was once dead until
Life, with endless days
Oh death, where's your sting?
When the trumpet voices sing
Arms up in victory
Death, where's your sting?
And Love, be not still
Let it carry you up the hill
Not by my strength but His
Love, be not still
Taken by awesome photographer Gabby Huerta later by the spot where
This is the song I decided to name the blog from. I feel like it is very important in meaning and I really enjoy playing it. It is a progression of describing my state in weakness and builds into the strength that isn't mine. I think it is something that can be applied to many places in life. From this place. This place of frailty and inability that is my own doing. But I don't stay there. You take me from this place.
From This Place
I've built
These walls
But they all just came down
For all to see
The light
Revealed
What had been here
From the beginning
With a tongue
Concealed
Behind a white fence
And no words take hue
These eyes
Were hidden
Behind the blinds but
You saw straight through
I can't
Stand up
On my own
I need
Your strength
Cause you broke
To the heart
That no one else could
And took me from this place.
Finally! The new songs! You probably haven't heard this one. I finished this one at the end of last semester. I kind of wrote this about a specific lifestyle and its emptiness. Sometimes people say that they are looking for answers but they don't even actually try. What good are your eyes if you don't see light?
Vision blurs at the edge
Becoming a vignette
Smoke stains the air
From a fearless cigarette
Knowledge free from desire
That settles on the dusty floor
Tread on by apathy
Unaware of more
You've been searching but you haven't found
The problem is your own eyes
That don't see the searchlight
You're still waiting on
The windows to fling wide
You don't even know
The joy that is outside
It's all slowing down now
Your feet left the ground now
Just to see it
coming at your face
[No video yet, hopefully I can post it when I make it!]
I wrote this freshman year when I went to the music practice rooms to do some recording for my "cd". But when I got there and hit the record button, every one else decided to start practicing their own instruments. While I would like to eventually have other instruments added to these songs, I don't think random trumpet notes and opera singers would really be a great addition. So I decided to just work on a song but I didn't expect to come up with anything. After awhile this one just started to form itself and suddenly it was done within maybe an hour. I think that this song is helpful in understanding sin and its repetition. Every time, you think that it won't happen again and you'll be able to get past it but soon enough fall back into it. My favorite part of the lyrics is the bridge "It's so good to know that I'm not good enough". I'm not good enough. It's not about being good enough. It's about knowing the one who is.
Every Time I Fall
There goes the sun
And taking another day
I didn't want
things to stay the same
Faulty eyes
Look past complacency
All the lies
Holding on to my feet
Every time I fall I find grace
But don't let me forget all of my mistakes
A lesson learned
And a song to sing as well
Of a broken man
That never leaves the place he fell
A pattern locked
In the mindset of a fool
Tomorrow brings
A brand new slate to mark
Every time I fall I find grace
But don't let me forget all of my mistakes
Okay! Finally starting to get into the more recent songs! I've been catching up these last few weeks. I wrote this one around first semester of my freshman year.
Lord, cast me down with my pride, with my pride
I thought I could sail on it, but the wind just died
How does this unholy self look in perfect eyes?
Cause I'm in that place
Where all I see is me
In need of you
Partaker of grace
Down on my knees
In need of you
In need of you
I'm just a fool chasing fallacies
But the truth has been standing next to me
I wrote this about three years ago and even though the song doesn't really go with the newer songs musically, its meaning still resonates with me. Jesus fills the hollow heart.
Hollow
This is my heart
The one the breeze blows through
The cold wind sets in again
This love is filled with empty space
Please come to me now
I’m all but found when I am here
Yet I know exactly where I am
So now I look up to the hills
Where can I look but to you now?
You’re all I can see
This is my heart
I give it to you now
The walls are broken down
And you are all that remains
I am found
The sun beats softly on my face
The wind tells me where to go
I’m dead and buried in my sin
So now I call to you again
Please come to me now
This is an old song I wrote one night about a friend.
The ground seems so close
Just yesterday things were better
The day light's shadow brings new thought
To what was said before
Why can't you just see?
Just turn around and be right here
Surrounded by the calls
Ringing unanswered because you are here
But you're only half the way here
The hours are shorter
Especially this one
It all just happened so fast
You changed from what I thought you were
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