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Carry Me
03:50
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Putting my trust in a tank of gas
For a pocket of change
With an old friend whose been passed down through the family
Rusted paint worn tires
Starts shaking at 65
But no matter what comes our way he holds together
He always get’s me to where I need to be
Carry me carry me
Far enough for the land to change
Carry me carry me
To where the road only leads one way
You’ve got lessons to teach
And experiences I want to believe
Wont you carry me
He’s got miles and road trips
That dates him back to 89
Even on cold days he still gets up and running just fine
If he’s shown me any understanding
It’s how to slow down
Find peace with unexpected delays and detour signs
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2. |
Only You
03:43
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I’ve tried to fill this emptiness
Longs night captivated by loneliness
Can’t hide or run too long, without getting tripped up
Can't solve my problems unless your grace is enough
Only you, only you
Only you its all I need
Only you have the power to set me free
Fill my lungs by your very breath
Fill my hearts with your everlasting love
It’ll be only you
These eyes, long to see you again
In true light, where we look may you stand
This hope among us we lift your name
For we know, you hear every cry every praise
Only you, its all we need
Only you, have the power to set us free
Lord set us free
Fill my lungs by your very breath
Fill my hearts with your everlasting love
It’ll be only you
Only You
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3. |
Let Them Know
04:29
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I’ll be yours, I’ll be yours
I’ll be yours, I’ll be yours
Don’t let me make promises I cant keep
Don’t let me waste their time at all
To share my wisdom is to share my honesty
To show my imperfections burdens and faults
Couldn’t have found water without digging for a well
Could have left the answer for someone else
Let them know by our love
By our love let them know
Take my words tear them apart
Better to love with a broken heart
Waiting actively
Keeping our faith illuminated
Seeking God above all things
We are one in the spirit
Let them know by our love
By our love let them know
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4. |
Hope Will Rise
05:27
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Let the storm roll into town, and commandeer our sight
How great the sun when the clouds begin to rise
If these are my final words then may the fog lift out of our eyes
May the hills burst into song
And the trees clap their hands
Go out will you be lead forth
For peace and joy are with this man
Hope will rise before you
May they say this man he witnessed his dream
Sought the day and lit a lantern through the towns he carried
He scribbled on post cards in hopes they’d reach home
But the beauty in the uncertainty drove him on
I’ve been to a place where aspen trees look you in the eyes
And if you listen close you’ll hear whispers amongst the pines
Where the water flows, water flows, water flows
And the thirsty come to be quenched, pour become rich
And the man who gives an ear is sure to live
See I’ve been to a place that reminds me of home
Because this is where I feel known, known, known,
Though it’s cold and there’s a dusting of snow
There’s an ember over easy glowing to feed my soul
All the days I’ve spent listening to your voice
I’ve never heard it quite like this
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You're Calling Me
04:11
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Somehow you found me
Hiding like a shadow
Your light burns me
Refining I can’t live without
Your path guides me
Driving away my doubt
You’re calling me
You’re calling me
Out of the wreck that I am
With my words made a covenant
My mess is dirty
You’re reaching with both hands
My burdens carried
Freed me when you were risen
You’re calling me
You’re calling me
Out of the wreck that I am
With my words made a covenant
I have a choice to make
Surrender or walk away
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6. |
Dirt and Spit
03:40
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I walk through a dark forest
Cant tell apart thorns from roses
Unless I took a chance, reached out, and grabbed it
Felt either pain or pleasure
But I’m blind to know the difference
I hear your voice like I hear the wind
I hear your voice not sure where you’re going
I never knew, I never knew miracles could happen
None the less by the use, by the use of dirt and spit
There’s other sounds
But nothing sticks out more then a whisper
A beggar with hands, reaching for much less
Then what I receive
The gift of sight and a message to send
I hear your voice like I hear the wind
I hear your voice not sure where you’re going
I never knew, I never knew miracles could happen
None the less by the use, by the use of dirt and spit
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7. |
Vocaré
03:36
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Calloused hands, Wild Heart
Rugged bones, and a wounded soul
This is the leader I know
Yes, this is the leader I know
His hands covered in dirt
But what he earns for his work is less then he deserves.
But it’s no matter; he understand the patterns
And patiently, waiting he yearns
Waiting on the wind, and ready for the rain
Day to day there’s work needed, but still the seasons change
He breaks his back, over weeds and thorns
And he won’t admit that, this is how he mourns
So he sings of a song that will help him grow
Finds his peace when forgotten by the world
Reap what you sow
For the Sun will grow
Seed miracles
Let the river flow
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8. |
Grace and the Stone
02:40
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Sweet baby Grace you’ve grown on me
Letting your roots grow deep
Curious to find you in such a place
Opposed by the ones of common faith
These people
Have a tough time receiving what they can’t give
The stones they hold
Are burdens of their own
Take aim too quick to fire
Take their blame so the son burns brighter
To each and every fault they find
You don’t dare let me forget
But keep me pressing on
Sweet baby Grace, keep your heart above your head
Expose your scars and start to forgive
These people
Have a tough time receiving what they can't give
The stones they hold
Are burdens of their own
Take aim too quick to fire
Take their blame so the son burns brighter
To each and every fault they find
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9. |
Neighbor James
03:16
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There he sat on the front of my steps
Saying “I’m a day dead man walking, with no purpose to live”
Can you light my cigarette and leave the front porch dark
You can give me a place to stay and I’ll be your guard
Trust me I know what your thinking
But there’s more to the story then just sleeping and cigarettes
Flying signs at 6th and Broadway
Bringing smiles to the people driving by
I realized that’s worth more then loose change
Maybe I’m meant for this circumstance, but my reasons aren’t the same
Boy, keep me talking long enough til they close Scooters
This is how you save me from getting drunk aint that a wonder
No program will do, no state of mind
Just a little bit of your company and an hour of your time.”
I realized that’s worth more then loose change
Maybe I’m meant for this circumstance, but God’s not to blame
Neighbor James, only stayed on the nights I left the porch light off
The difference you make before they’re saved is to find them wandering in the dark
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By the echoes of His voice
Hear the Kingdom come
By the echoes of His voice
See the kingdom come
A people that seek
God’s word to yield
Accomplish and achieve
Not return empty
The dawn isn’t waiting
It’s burning the shadows away
I can see the coming of the King
I can be an echo of his voice
Let His glory be revealed
All the people will hear
The truth will light and way
Making promises clear
The dawn isn’t waiting
It’s chasing the shadows away
I can see the coming of the King
I can be an echo of his voice
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