by Philip Graham Ryken
Faithful God, the Creator of heaven and earth
The Maker of all things that live
By your Word you sustain all this vast universe
Keeping faith with the life that you give
Our Creator and Maker, our covenant God
You are faithful to all generations
Jesus Christ, our Redeemer, the Father's great Son
In all things most faithful and true
By your cross you have saved us from death due to sin
By your life you will lead us to you
Our Redeemer and Savior, our high risen Lord
You are faithful to all generations
Holy Spirit, Revealer of all that is true
Who makes us God's children and friends
By your grace you have given us faith born within
And will keep us in Christ to the end
Our Revealer and Helper, our comforting God
You are faithful to all generations
Sov'reign Lord, who has loved us through all of our days
Your faithfulness we have observed
By your wisdom and grace you have guided your church
And defended your life-giving Word
Our Protector, Provider, and all-sov'reign God
You are faithful to all generations
Gracious God, you have given us work to be done
Good deeds joined with truth from above
You have called us to serve to the ends of the earth
And to glorify your faithful love
Our Creator, Redeemer, and unchanging Lord
Keep us faithful to all generations
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Faithful to All Generations
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
What I Thought I Wanted
by Sara Groves
Tuxedo in the closet
Gold band in a box
Two days from the altar
She went and called the whole thing off
What he thought he wanted
What he got instead
Leaves him broken and grateful
I passed understanding
A long, long time ago
And the simple home of systems
And answers we all know
What I thought I wanted
What I got instead
Leaves me broken, somehow peaceful
I keep wanting you to be fair
But that's not what you said
I want certain answers to these prayers
But that's not what you said
When I get to heaven
I want to go find Job
I want to ask a few hard questions
I want to know what he knows
About what it is he wanted
And what he got instead
How to be broken and faithful
Staring in the water
Like Aesop's foolish dog
I can't help but reflect on
What it was I almost lost
What it was I wanted
What I got instead
Leaves me broken and grateful
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Labels: contentment, frustration, Groves, historical, life, longing
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Daddy Learned to Fly
by Patterson Hood
Daddy's gone away, and no one can tell me why
Mama's been so sad since Daddy learned to fly
Everybody brought food, and everybody cried
Nothing's been too good since Daddy learned to fly
The fun we used to have and the way we used to laugh
Have all gone away since they cut my world in half
Sometimes I think I see him smiling from the sky
But he never stops to visit since Daddy learned to fly
Everyone tries so hard to ease my troubled mind
I guess he's doing better than the ones he left behind
They tell me I'm not old enough to know the reasons why
The clouds reached down from heaven and Daddy learned to fly
They tell me that in time everything will be ok
Life gets back to normal like before he flew away
They tell me he can see me, so I'm trying not to cry
But sometimes I can't help it since Daddy learned to fly
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Labels: Dad, death, Drive-By Truckers, frustration, loss, memory
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Ain't That Enough
by Gerard Love
If you can, I wish you would
Only if you feel you should
Bring your loving over
All adds up with circumstance
All stood up with taking stands
Bring your loving over
Highlights glisten
Silence listens
Days that found you
Embrace that found you
Here is a sunrise
Ain't that enough?
True as a clear sky
Ain't that enough?
Toy town feelings here to remind you
Summer's in the city, do what you gotta do
Time can only make demands
Fill it up with grains of sand
Bring your loving over
Toy town feelings, who's going to argue?
Summer's in the city, summer's in the city
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Labels: summer
Monday, June 14, 2010
Colors
by Grace Potter
You don't have to ask me why
Because I know you understand
All the treasures of my life
Are right here in my hand
Suspended in a moment
No more breath to catch
If you hold on to your end
Maybe we can make this last
This is the greatest time of day
When all the clocks are spinning backwards
And all the ropes that bind begin to fray
And all the black and white turns into colors
I don't want to build a wall
Or draw a line across the sand
Because there's room for one and all
And this land is our land
I hope this can go on and on and on
Before the skipping stone hits the surface of the pond
I know that life is never very long
One second, then one minute, and then it's gone
You want to sink into the colors on the wall
But all the while you are the brightest of them all
This is the greatest time of day
When there's no you, and there's no others
And all the rules grow wings and fly away
And all the black and white turns into colors
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Labels: carpe diem, contentment, life, Nocturnals
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Everything You Want
by Matthew Scannell
Somewhere there's speaking, it's already coming in
And it's rising in the back of your mind
You never could get it unless you were fed it
Now you're here, and you don't know why
But under skinned knees and the skid marks
Past the places where you used to learn
You howl and listen, listen and wait for
The echoes of angels who won't return
He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why
You're waiting for someone to put you together
You're waiting for someone to push you away
There's always another wound to discover
There's always something more you wish he'd say
But you'll just sit tight and watch it unwind
It's only what you're asking for
And you'll be just fine with all of your time
It's only what you're waiting for
Out of the island and into the highway
Past the places where you might have turned
You never did notice, but you still hide away
Anger of angels who won't return
I am everything you want
I am everything you need
I am everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
I say all the right things
At exactly the right time
But I mean nothing to you
And I don't know why
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Labels: frustration, longing, unrequited
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Feels Like Summer Again
by Jakob Dylan
My mind is open, and my heart is full
I ain't got any weight that I can't pull
And right now I know that anything is possible
I'm gonna bang my drum, blow my horn
I forget what these pills were ever for
I believe I won't need them anymore
I used to burn candles at both ends
Now I just throw the whole damn thing right in
Playing in traffic is easy once you learn where you get in
You want to come with me, then get on board
Get in or get out, use either door
The future is calling, and it's me that it's looking for
'Cause it feels like summer again
I was thinking that it just might never begin
After winter and spring
It's good to have the sun on my face again
I wear big boots, I know I do
I ain't envious of anybody's shoes
I wear them loose, maybe that's why it bothers you
I'm building my ship stick by stick
And where the waters get rough, I'm getting in
The motion of the waves, it does not make me sick
I buried my horse in a shallow a grave
I said a few things, I had champagne
That beast gave me everything that nobody gave
I got high hopes, tomorrow came
I won't look back on anything
I just found out that my bird can really sing
'Cause it feels like summer again
I was thinking that it just might never begin
After winter and spring
It's good to have the sun on my face again
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Labels: change, joy, romanticism, summer, Wallflowers
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
How About You?
by Ralph Freed
I like New York in June, how about you?
I like a Gershwin tune, how about you?
I love a fireside when a storm is due
I like potato chips
Moonlight motor trips
How about you?
I'm mad about good books, can't get my fill
And James Durante's looks give me a thrill
Holding hands in the movie show
When all the lights are low
May not be new, but I like it
How about you?
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