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You Broke the Silence
03:05
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And I've hid behind flowery words, that grow in secret gardens.
Tucked away, with all but a trace, their doors,
needing more, than keys to unlock.
It was walled, it was shut.
You broke the silence. You broke the silence.
You broke the silence. You breathed the air.
What is sacred? The place or your presence there?
What is sacred? The place or your presence there?
You broke the silence. You breathed the air.
You broke the silence. You broke the silence.
You broke the silence.
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2. |
Excavation
03:27
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And I have scraped and scraped, the ancient brick
only to excavate skeletons
of men past who used to have
they had, wine upon their lips
and I admit, I was one of them
destined to a lonely death of addiction
so with my last breath, I will address
the weight of my state...
Cause I agree we're damaged goods
from love lost, love misunderstood.
Anchors jammed into the cogs
have screeched this to a halt.
Murder this in me.
This baggage that dragged me down so low
Dredge this out from the bottom.
Oh! Can it be washed clean?
Or is it only in a dream...
where men can once again begin.
Men can once again begin.
But as my wrongs stack one on one.
I create my tomb
Could this progress be undone.
Habits deconstruct.
Treasures emerge from the muck.
Cargo of a sunken ship
whose port long forgot.
Remind me of it's destination
and of the mercy in the waves.
Stave off my desperation
remind me of the winds, that will carry me through.
Could these bricks upon excavation
have a golden hue.
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Oh! You holds the clouds!
And You calmed the seas!
Faithful as the mountains!
That are set in Me!
Faithful, always, faithful, always,
Faithful, always, faithful, always...
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4. |
Echoes
04:31
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I feel like a rope that’s unraveling!
I feel like a rope that’s unraveling, from so long suspending this weight!
One I feel I’ve been carrying, all of my days!
Hands red with the hating, that I’ve done!
I’ve disowned Your love, I’ve forsaken Your son!
If this is my portion, if this is my cup
I’ll drink it slowly, every drop
If this is my poison, soon I will know
Oh, flesh of my flesh, oh, bone of my bone
Oh! Flesh of my flesh! Oh! Bone of my bone!
For the blood on my hands, is the blood in my heart!
If hell is other people, me is where I start!
For the blood on my hands, is the blood in my heart, my heart!
A weight of conscious, more profound,
then all my life’s taking of ground,
so as echoes come back, with more empty words
I dawn a beautiful set of emperor’s clothes.
So proud of what a fool I am,
but to the innocent of heart, all I am is naked
so as echoes come back, with more empty words
These echoes come back, these echoes come back!
Echoes come back, with more empty words!
These echoes come back, with more empty words!
These echoes come back, with more empty words!
Your echoes come back, my echoes come back,
my echoes come back, with more empty words...
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5. |
Storms
03:30
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the storms of life will rage
and courses be obscured by the waves
for ships, not yet worthy of angry seas
with anchors ropes not long enough
the touch the bed beneath.
so we're tossed
at the whim and will of wind
who knows it's source?
an albatross!
to rise on the breeze
and give us hope
of horizon shores,
of sunrise morns
that promise more
then the quiet desperation
we've carried like cloak.
and we've carried this, we've carried this like a cloak...
we've carried this, we've carried this like a cloak!
And I'm gunna help you heave this overboard
this weight thats threatening to sink us
like Jonah's body, we released it
to the mouth of the deep
in hope that this one violent act
would find us
just a little peace, and sleep.
Just a little, peace and sleep, just a little.
for you will always have a place,
to rest, in the harbor of my heart
but dear you can't remain
it's not your destinations port
but theres a slip with your name
in golden hues, embossed upon the bark
a quiet place to bear your soul
held fast in the murmurings of dark, of dark
but there's a light house on a cliff
warning you, of how close we are
to the rocks, that in our lives so far
both of us have spent more time
then we'd like to admit. then we'd like to admit.
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6. |
Waking
04:37
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I am going to pine
I am going to pine
for water to turn to wine.
And I have had so little of the first.
And I have been drinking sand and eating rocks like bread.
And when I thought I was as good as dead,
a trickle began to flow in the stream bed..
like a diamond in a field of coal.
Its a diamond in a field of coal.
You asked me to speak
but all I've done is beat that stone, and I am going to beat this stone.
And I ask for you to let me wet my lips
in hopes I could eclipse one light for another.
But there is only one true light, all else is reflection.
Like an image in a dirty pool or
Convex of a silver spoon
This face is less than perfection,
This face is less than perfection!
But that's what you want but I can't supply
because as I've said my well is dry
no matter how much I've tried, I've tried tried to pour in it,
so I by your goodness all I am is poor in spirit.
I am your dearest, in a desert panting,
a blessed son, and when I am undone,
your promise is, you'll be the one to finish!
You'll be the one to finish, you'll be the one to finish!
And bind up this broken heart,
and piece back what's been torn apart
from years of neglect... and wandering.
I am going hold tight, to the woven three,
a life line in a tumultuous, angry sea,
whose waves are attentive to whisperings,
of the one who sleeps in the bow.
Who vast oceans or even hell can not contain,
but who dwells in me complete.
Yes He does, He dwells in me complete!
Blessed be his name.
Blessed be his name, of the one who hell can not contain.
Blessed be his name, of the one who hell can not contain.
Blessed be his name, of the one who hell can not contain.
I am going to drink and drink and drink
this liquid cure and hasn't proof only belief,
that when I am weak, forlorn, and about to sink,
there we meet.
On the road, on the mountain, and on the sea.
You ask me to wait wakefully, but all I do is sleep.
So wake me up Lord, wake me, wake me.
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7. |
Unbinding Isaac
04:35
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From Glory to Glory, You call Your sons, as brothers of love.
And we are branches and fruit of the same vine.
Strands wound into the same twine.
That is in turn woven into, a tapestry of Grand design.
Twinkling stars in an infinite sky.
Build Your Kingdom, with our flickering light.
Your majesty displayed in bruised reeds and smoldering wicks.
Twine frayed by wandering and brokenness!
Tears and perfume wet the mortar for more than bricks!
Living stones unaltered man so that no one can boast
And that no one can stand.
Instead laying life down one for the other.
In joyful submission cause we're building, a body, a bride, an altar.
In joyful submission we're laying life down one for the other.
Cause we're building, a Body, a Bride, an Altar!!
A Body, a Bride, an Altar!!
Waiting for the Lamb who will cover the frame.
And Unbind Isaac with passovers stain.
And beckon the dove gripping greeneries promise,
To descend and envelop with Flame.
And it crushes the head of serpents with cornerstone weight.
And draws back the woven leaf veil that covers my face.
And splits wide the stone and prisons with earth's violent shake.
And its igniting the torches that lead to the wedding feast.
Its raising up, a nation of priest.
And is giving word to Fishermen's tough.
Burning like a father's love, Just Like a Father's Love.
Eye's strained for the sight of a returning prodigal son.
(We are all prodigal daughters and sons.)
For the Word that was and is and will be to come.
Shakes the mountains with nature's glorious song.
Shaking the mountains with nature's glorious song.
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8. |
Angmar
03:12
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Ghosts of callouses are all that linger.
Like shadows on castle walls.
Stone upon,
Stone.
...a bed, in which, nothing good can grow.
nothing good can grow.
How does this linger, this mist, untouched by mourning?
How does it grey all brighter hues?
In sadness, we surrender, our hearts to defenses,
In sadness, we surrender, in sadness, we surrender!
Due that dampens faces, mourning after morning,
upon which there is no relief.
No test of God, no fleece. .
Is there no rest for the living?
Is there only in that final place?
Where light cracked beyond repair.
We're light cracked beyond repair.
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9. |
Ancient Doors
05:03
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This was all a mistake.
The pangs of growth imposing, shed light on where my hope was laid.
The seed buried deep, awaits its cue within the play.
A rose upon curtains movement, could death be slay-ed?
Wretched are we, awaiting patience, waiting to awake.
Wretched are we, awaiting patience, waiting to awake.
At the gentle beating of heart beneath the floor,
the soft voice calling at the door.
In a whisper informing, quietly transforming, renewal day by day.
For which the dust takes form with His breath and awakes.
The dust takes form with His breath and awakes.
Jealously overwhelming death.
Binding up the brokenness, infinite embrace.
Love that spanned eternity, the void of space.
My attempts, my explorations, are falling short, are falling short
in His arms will I fall, in Him I will resort.
My attempts, my explorations, are falling short, are falling short.
A life of bleeding halted with a touch of His robe,
He rolled away deaths crushing stone.
A burden I couldn’t bear, and in my despair, asked Him to take.
And with with a look in His eyes like dawn’s morning skys
Replies all My love was poured out for your sake.
All My love was poured out for your sake.
And its bringing life to these dry bones, that I so long called my home,
my cripples cane bears new growth and fruit again.
But for me He wants so much more, wholeness He wants to restore,
And swing wide that ancient door
He's gunna swing wide that ancient door!
Swing wide that ancient door, swing wide that ancient door,
for me to walk through without a limp!
I'm gunna walk through, those ancient doors!
I'm gunna walk through, those ancient doors!
Walk through, those ancient doors!
Without a limp, without a limp!
The wondrous ONE in Three makes no mistakes.
Your no mistake, I'm no mistake.
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10. |
Bonus Track: Thrills
02:48
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Oh, Thrills! Oh, Thrills! They fade like clouds on windy days.
Their wispy whimpering displays of convoluted shapes.
How they seem to take on forms, of which I attempt to shake.
They're obstructions in the dark of night to stars milky light.
And to reflect the chameleon glow.
Of suns descending lows and morning Breaks.
But not, but not.
To conjure up that which I've laid under.
Years of violent lies lay plunder.
To all my wondrous hopes.
To all my wondrous hopes.
To all my wondrous hopes.
To all my wondrous hopes.
To all my wondrous hopes.
To all my wondrous hopes.
To all my wondrous hopes.
To all my wondrous hopes.
To all my wondrous hopes.
To all my Hopes.
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