When I really dig down deep and am honest with myself, I know that I really shouldn’t shelf the music that festers inside. I also know that I have pretty much put active discipleship on the shelf — relatively disconnected from God and any sort of accountability. The story is long and complicated how I got to this point — contributing factors including burnout, disenchantment, disconnectedness and loss of my innocense as it pertains to what used to be my relationship with God and how music was woven into that. It’s not that things were perfect then — far from it — but my hunger was insatiable and it burned so much so, that if I didn’t express it through music I would grow restless.

Through circumstances and a series of choices, here I am — leading a quiet life of desperation. I’ve got my 9 to 5 cushy design/development job, bring home a nice paycheck, got an okay house, all that I need and much more and yet desperately hungry for what I once had.

So when I got home from visiting a church this morning, I forced myself to sit down and play my guitar and write honestly. I tried not to worry extensively about slickness of words (tried anyway) and how well it sang or played. Setting up the phrasing structures on my Boomerang, I listened to the loop while I wrote. After getting all the words down, I eventually tracked it in Adobe Audition (which is a GREAT application for recording/editing) for reference only. Eventually I’ll retrack it later, but I wanted to at least have it down somewhere.

Anyway, here’s the words to the latest song, “Morning Supplication”

Morning Supplication

Wipe clear the glass, dust-capped hands
Peering into the salve, from where I stand
See colors that I haven’t seen, for far too many years
And a longing for words, to bring back my tears

Speak truth and love, in a firm display
That You’ve loved me all along, yesterday, now and always
And that what you want-ed, all this time
Wasn’t just word or deed, but this heart of mine

refrain:
Pick up these hands, hold them in Yours
Lift up my feet, that’ve lost their course
And kiss these lips, when words just won’t do
Deep in my heart, all I want is You

Forgive the fighter in me, bent on having my own way
Restore my soul, breaking light through darkened day
Lift up my voice, to sing again once more
And fill me with Your love, like never before

refrain:
Pick up these hands, hold them in Yours
Lift up my feet, that’ve lost their course
And kiss these lips, when words just won’t do
Deep in my heart, all I want is You

© 2006 Dock72 Music Group

February 19, 2006, 4:20 pm

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