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Waltz
04:40
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Baby take your hat off and walk this road with me
Open up your eyes to see things you’ve never seen
Of a life and of a love that’s calling your heart home
Baby take your coat off why don’t you stay awhile
Tell me about the burdens you’ve been carrying all those miles
It has hurt and it has stung and it has burned but I’ve gotta warn you I’ve got some pain of my own
Baby if I could, maybe I could walk the line between you and
I will never be as close as you are to yourself
Sleep easy darling, heaven still is lingering here
Baby take you shoes off and come and dance with me
Candles in the kitchen softly flickering
Heaven’s graces fill the spaces between our shadows on the floor
The places where we’ve never ever touched before
Paradise is not lost.
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Mosaic
04:26
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We dreamed two pictures hanging on the wall
Side by side downstairs in the hall
Thought that they’d be there forever - thought they’d never change
We didn’t think that they could fall down
We thought the nails we used were tough enough
To hold our pictures there when things got rough
Who knew the earth could quake so violently
We didn’t mean for them to fall down
We are shattered, we are scattered,
But there’s still beauty lying on the hardwood floor
Are we willing to get down on our hands and knees
And try our best to pick up every jagged piece
We might get cut sorting through which are yours and mine
We won’t let the broom to sweep us away
Where they used to hang, the wall’s a little pale
And you can see the scars that used to hold the nails
And in the blood-stained shards of glass sprinkled around
There’s our mosaic lying on the ground
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Your Bed, My Home
03:37
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I would like to call your bed my home
It’s the only place that I feel safe and not alone
Wrapped up in your arms
Wrapped up in your arms
I love it when you’re taking care of me
You lock the doors turn out the lights and climb in next to me and
Wrapped up in your arms
My mother used to sing me sound asleep
Pray to the Lord and ask for angels for my soul to keep me
Wrapped up in your arms
Now there’s only one right way to say goodnight
It’s underneath the covers with you holding me so tightly
Wrapped up in your arms
So tell me baby how has it come to this?
Without a look without a touch without a kiss
You turn your back on me and I cease to exist
You send me out into the night with a goodnight oh how ironic can it get?
And there aren’t any niceties to couch it in
You know you’ve ruined me forever sleeping alone
Without a home, without being
Wrapped up in your arms
This is not the way that bedtime stories end
Where the children find their way back home and parents tuck them into bed
Wrap them in their arms
And kiss them on the head
And turn out the lights
Please don’t turn out the lights
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Angels Watching Over Me
02:37
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All night, all day
Angels watching over me my Lord
All night, all day
Angels watching over me
Now I lay me down to sleep
Angels watching over me, my Lord
Pray the Lord my soul to keep
Angels watching over me
If I die before I wake
Angels watching over me, my Lord
Pray the Lord my soul to take
Angels watching over me
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Mockingbird
04:20
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Look who I’m running from;
Is he the same one I’ve been chasing after?
Afraid that he might catch me,
I’m scared that he might get away.
Who’d ever thought that I
Would fall for the one who’s haunting me?
Imagine my surprise to realize
I was the one following his lead.
He looks so good most of the time;
He is the fantasy that captivates my mind and leaves me
Dead from desire,
Burned by his fire,
Scared and wanting more.
Look who I’m running from;
Is he the same one I’ve been chasing after?
Why is the angel of light the only one who sings in the night?
Shadows cast of a nightmare’s reverie.
Dancing illusions out of a broken window above,
And in flies a mocking bird dressed like a dove.
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6. |
Lost at Sea
04:31
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You’ve been resting in my arms for I don’t know how long.
Has it been days or weeks or months or years since it all went wrong?
All the memories of this morning are slow to be restored.
In the thunderstorm of last night we were cast overboard.
We are lost at sea, blown by changing winds
We drift aimlessly out of sight of shore
Baby, there’s no hope on the horizon
I guess that we just might never be found
Waves brush against the sides of our makeshift raft
The sound it makes reminds me of when you laugh
We wrap ourselves around a prayer struggling for the words to say
Is there something else we could have done? Is it supposed to end this way?
I didn’t see this coming until it was too late
Now what choice do we have but to accept our fate?
We are waiting for the sunrise to pour across the waves
I stare into the depths of your eyes and slowly drift away
I guess that we just might never be found
I guess it’d be all right if we’re never found
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Windy City
04:46
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It’s hard to remember or believe it when we’re told
That the world can be a warm place and not just bitter cold
But we don’t have the strength now to brave the latest snow
But soon it will be June and plenty warm I know
Hand me my jacket
Walk me to the door
We’ll bundle up ‘til springtime
And we’ll see how it goes
In like a lion, out like lamb
Only if the season changes who I am
Can circumstances alter a love we thought we saw
We’ll hold on ‘til springtime and maybe it will thaw
And it’s not the windy city just for a little breeze
It’ll chill you to the bone, it’ll knock you on your knees
We don’t have the strength now to brave the latest snow
But soon it will be June and plenty warm I hope
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8. |
Lavender's Blue
03:30
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Lavender's blue, diddle diddle
Lavender's green,
When I am king, diddle diddle
You shall be queen.
Lavender's green, diddle diddle
Lavender's blue,
You must love me, diddle diddle
'Cause I love you.
Down in the vale, diddle diddle
Where flowers grow,
And the birds sing, diddle diddle
All in a row.
A brisk young man, diddle diddle
Met with a maid,
And laid her down, diddle diddle
Under the shade.
My dear be kind, diddle diddle
While here we lie,
And you will love, diddle diddle
And never cry.
For you and I, diddle diddle
Now all are one,
And we will lie, diddle diddle
No more alone.
Let the birds sing, dilly, dilly,
And the lambs play;
We shall be safe, dilly, dilly,
Out of harm's way.
I love to dance, dilly, dilly,
I love to sing;
When I am queen, dilly, dilly,
You'll be my king.
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Prayer for a Marriage
05:22
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When we are old one night and the moon
arcs over the house like an antique
China saucer and the teacup sun
follows somewhere far behind
I hope the stars deepen to a shine
so bright you could read by it
if you liked and the sadness
we will have known go away
for awhile – in this hour or two
before sleep – and that we kiss
standing in the kitchen not fighting
gravity so much as embodying
its sweet force, and I hope we kiss
like we do today knowing so much
good is said in this primitive tongue
from the wild first surprising ones
to the lower dizzy ten thousand
infinitely slower ones—and I hope
while we stand there in the kitchen
making tea and kissing, the whistle
of the teapot wakes the neighbors.
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Good News
04:53
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We're going to war and we say God's on our side
That the enemy had better run and hide
Cause we've got the power and we know we're right
We're gonna pray that God's gonna bless
But if we're praying for own health and wealth
We won’t hear from God we’ll just hear from ourselves
I am longing for good news
Not selfish half truths
Not wars to end all wars
But peace that's been restored
When we will all be one, in the Father, Spirit, Son
And pray your will be done, your kingdom come
Break out your tools of politics and philosophy
Of democracy and theology
We’ll build him just how we want him to be
Domesticate until he thinks and looks like
And validates everything I believe
until he’s on a leash that I can lead
What if the enemy is not just in a cave
What if there’s a terrorist in you and me
Then who is gonna save, who is gonna save, not a God that we have made
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11. |
Immanuel's Land
05:33
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The sands of time are sinking,
The dawn of heaven breaks;
The summer morn I’ve sighed for
The fair, sweet morn awakes:
Dark, dark had been the midnight
But dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Imanuel’s land.
I’ve wrestled on towards Heaven,
'Gainst storm, and wind, and tide
Now, like a weary traveller,
That leaneth on his guide,
Amid the shades of evening,
While sinks life's ling'ring sand,
I hail the glory dawning
From Immanuel's land.
Oh! Christ He is the Fountain,
The deep sweet well of love!
The streams on earth I've tasted,
More deep I'll drink above:
There, to an ocean fulness,
His mercy doth expand,
And glory—glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.
Oh! I am my Belovèds,
And my Beloved is mine!
He brings a poor vile sinner
Into His "House of wine."
I stand upon His merit,
I know no other stand,
Not e'en where glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.
I shall sleep sound in Jesus,
Fill'd with His likeness rise,
To live and to adore Him,
To see Him with these eyes.
'Tween me and resurrection
But Paradise doth stand;
Then—then for glory dwelling
In Immanuel's land!
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The McMakens Aurora, Illinois
The McMakens is husband and wife duo Bonnie and Trevor McMaken. Their unique style of timeless American songwriting, lush instrumentation, and evocative vocals can be heard on their full-length albums "Homegrown" and "Sleep Easy," as well as their worship EP "In Wilderness and Glory." ... more
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