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Change
03:11
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Why do things have to change
I grow so tired of it
Why do things have to change
I grow so tired of it
I don’t know how you’re doing
But I wish that I did
I hope that your heart feels full
And that I still love you
Even through the distance
I promise
I hope you think of those old good days
With your heart in the present
God gave us those days to make us who we are,
You are not an accident
Crafted with divine intention
If the forest trees were pens
And all the oceans ink
I would have run dry the planet
Tellin my story of the things that I have seen
But it’s much better now
See the day is coming when
I change my point of view
See I may have carried crosses
But my burdens gone and now
I know the truth
Maybe Jesus really does love me and you
In your darkest days
When the world seems big and mean
Sing a song or write a poem
Take a good hard look at the floor beneath your feet
You’re still here
I’m thinking of you,
I hope you’re thinking of me
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Life Is A Journey
02:55
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I’m loving the pain of getting older every day
I’m savoring the bruises and the aches
I’m feeling alive even when the sky is gray
I’m counting my blessings every day
Life is a journey
I love the moments that you tell me you feel safe
I hope you know that will never change
In many ways this is only the beginning
Everything gets better with age
Contentment is mercy
Like the rooms in my heart
That had been locked before
I break all of the hinges
And open every door
Then light pours from the doorways
I thought I’d find a tomb
I am bathed in your light
As I find you in every room
Love is a journey
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Disciples
02:58
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I quit drinking, what an idea
That it would save me, it didn’t work out
The disciples found me weary
For not being so fun to be around
I guess I didn’t really
need that kind of support in my future
From fickle friends who pray to just save face
And their passionate love won’t lift a finger
Without puking up the grace in Jesus’ name
If Jesus came back today well
He’d have to look over his holy shouuuuuuulder
For getting locked up or being shot down
While white churches scream blue lives matter more
And I can’t understand
how people seem to misinterpret scripture
When it says pretty clear
“love your neighbor as yourself”
When it’s twisted by wealthy crooked pastors
The kind that when they die will wake in Hell
(Best of luck down there!)
I’ll always be proud to be from Tucson
Where I was destroyed then rebuilt again
I’ll always put on for my city
I’m so proud of you, I’m proud to call you friends
I guess it turns out that I
Needed something more to make my future
To make me become the man I want to be
Because now I feel so secure in my present
That the future is a gift I can’t wait to see
Yeah I love you
Though I have no right to
You are my family
Whether you like it or not
And I will fight for
All of my sisters
And my brothers
Until my body is no more
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She’s hanging her hat on a post of the bed frame
Like a victory mark on the nose of her airplane
Like a world famous flying ace
I fly through the smoke, dark pillars pierce clouds of white
From the battle below, and I’m losing the dogfight
To the world famous flying ace
When the battle was done, I was riddled with bullet holes
She proudly boasts of the kill marks on her vessel
Just let it go, the spotlight has faded
If you’re truly proud of yourself, would you need constant validation?
You feel like a war hero
But I see through mirror and smoke
You dropped the bombs on your own home
Stop talking about me and leave me alone
I keep and eye on the sky, I’m always watching my back
In the fear you’ll return for a follow up aerial attack
From the world famous flying ace
Before you had the chance, I went into hiding
What I call sociopathy you call a strategy bombing
You’re the world famous flying ace
You act like you’re innocent
You should have heard the support group I was in
If you knew what it took for me to live
Maybe you’d leave my name out of it
You feel like a war hero
But I see through mirror and smoke
You dropped the bombs on your own home
Stop talking about me and leave me alone
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Sunday Best
02:12
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When I was young
I was dressed in my Sunday best
Where I went to learn about Jesus
And the things He wants from us
When I was young
I was taught to be like Him
To treat all strangers with kindness
And to eliminate your sin
Is Jesus keeping score
In the way I used to think He did
Is Jesus keeping track
So he can get revenge for all my sins
I once saw a man
Sitting outside the gas station
Asking passers by for money
With a hat to put your dollars in
I was told not to give in
To the beggars selfish call
Since they’ll spend your bucks on booze anyway
And that’s sinful after all
Is Jesus keeping score
Of the way I treat my fellow man
Is Jesus keeping track
If I pray to a flag or a golden calf
Jesus says to love your neighbor
Not just to love your friends
It’s not about gettin souls out of Hell
That’s the point of salvation
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Channel In The Dirt
02:42
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I picture myself live the life of a bachelor
Drinking a beer watch TV with my dog
I close my eyes lean my head back and wonder
If Heavens on earth after all
I picture myself with a son with my same hair
The bottle I lift is the one to his mouth
The things we give up are the things that can free us
And give us the strength to move on
How could I have known
The path my feet have beaten
As I carved a channel in the dirt
Would bring me to redemption
I picture myself in the flesh that I once had
A smile on my face and the grave in my head
I could have money but what would it cost me
If my whole life was waiting for death
I picture myself growing older with Morgan
Each milestone is a gift from the Lord
Each moment is saturated in blessings
There is constantly joy in my soul
I would not be here if it were not for you
You are an angel I’m so sure of that
With you by my side I have no need to worry
That blessings will come
And trouble will too
I have no fear since
I’ll share it with you
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Jesus
03:10
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Why would I run
When I’m not afraid?
I have my head on straight
That’s not me
I know what I believe
Is it out of dedication, or did I misunderstand
Why don’t I leave?
Why don’t I listen?
I’m trying so hard to hear you
There’s a quiet voice
Like a wind through the trees
Is it God coming after me
I can’t hear over the sound of the violence in my head
Is it Jesus
Has he finally had enough
Grace is the ocean
And I float over the god damned stuff
Is it me
Like demon blood in my ancestry
When God comes calling
I can taste the milk and honey
but the sulfur’s so intoxicating
There’s a quiet voice
Like a wind through the trees
Is it God coming after me, no
I can’t hear over the sound of the violence in my head
Is it Jesus
And I’ve finally had enough
I’ve heard grace is the ocean and i’m
Drinking up the god damned stuff
Is it true?
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8. |
Unarmed
06:26
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My mother looks out of the window in my childhood house
She wonders where I am as the sun is going down
Did she have to worry that she may never see me again
Worrying every sound in the night might be a bullet in my head
We just want peace of mind, do you have peace of mind?
No justice, no allegiance
No system will take precedence
There was a victim of violence way back in ancient times
As he laid there bleeding a lawman and a pastor passed him by
Privilege and comfort are the wind in ignorant sails
Abandon yourself and remember what loving your neighbor really entails
We just want peace of mind, do you have peace of mind?
No justice, no allegiance
No system will take precedence
I never had to be told to raise my hands up high
For the gears in the machine can crush who ever they like
The world saw through a window into an instant of injustice
But how many lives did it take for me to take notice (it happens all of the time)
No justice, no allegiance
No system will take precedence
Link arms and tighten grips
Fight back don’t ever give up don’t ever quit
No flag, no more ignorance
All hatred will be met with violence
No badge, no job description
All hatred will be met with violence
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