Music Video

Under the Grace

Green hills

Today I want to showcase two older songs I have on my playlist. The first, by Phil Keaggy I had to scour the Internet for. Phil is a world-renowned guitar player but in his early years he had a couple of albums where he sang. I went on a Phil Keaggy buying frenzy a few years back and bought about 5 of his guitar CDs…..what a tremendous talent.

The second is by Wayne Watson whose music I first had on cassette (so was Phil’s actually). His music and messages are timeless though. I hope you enjoy these lyrics and I encourage you to listen to the songs on the Internet. I have listened to them countless times when I feel like I’m grappling for answers and they always give me comfort. When you are homesick for Heaven and wishing you could make everything right.

Under the Grace

Phil Keaggy

I lie awake in the middle of the night again
I try to make some sense of it all rushing in
There’s so much I feel within this heart of mine
I well up inside and my eyes, they overflow
For I know it is grace.

The look of love in the shape of your face I have known
It speaks of this deep sacrifice you have shown
And the wonder of it all is I didn’t deserve this, I couldn’t have planned it so right
And so my eyes, they overflow, let it rain, let it pour, let it go
For I know this, yes, I know, it is grace.

And the hungry in heart seeks for its place and a home, mmm
But it may tear you apart when you see what this grace here has done
Fly, fly all you burdens, go fly away
It’s here I remain, under the grace, the grace.

It seems there’s so little time to make amends here
If not for you, well, then I’m without a friend here.

And the hungry in heart seeks for its place and a home
It may tear you apart when you see what this grace here has done
Fly, fly all you burdens, go fly away
It’s here I remain, under the grace, the grace.

I lie awake in the middle of the night again, again.

Home Free 

Wayne Watson
I’m trying hard not to think you unkind
But Heavenly Father
If you know my heart
Surely you can read my mind
Good people underneath the sea of grief
Some get up and walk away
Some will find ultimate relief

Home Free, eventually
At the ultimate healing we will be Home Free
Home Free, oh I’ve got a feeling
At the ultimate healing
We will be Home Free

Out in the corridors we pray for life
A mother for her baby, A husband for his wife
Sometimes the good die young
It’s sad but true
And while we pray for one more heartbeat
The real comfort is with you

You know pain has little mercy
And suffering’s no respecter of age, of race or position
I know every prayer gets answered
But the hardest one to pray is slow to come
Oh Lord, not mine, but Thy will be done

Let it be…

Home Free, eventually
At the ultimate healing gonna be Home Free
Home Free, oh its more than a feeling
At the ultimate healing
Gonna be Home Free

 

Emptying Ourselves

Enjoy….don’t forget to turn my playlist off!


Use my hands use my feet

To make Your kingdom come
To the corners of the earth
Until Your work is done
Faith without works is dead
On the cross Your blood was shed
So how could we not give it away so freely?

Leeland, sung by Brandon Heath

Thought this was a wonderful video. I had this song playing on my morning walk and I was thinking about how we spend most of our lives trying to fill ourselves, when actually we are called to empty ourselves for others. It is only with the help of God’s Holy Spirit that we can do this without resentment and discouragement. It is not easy, but without Him it is truly impossible. And in the midst of it all He provides the strength and knowledge that nothing we do for Him is in vain…….That is His promise, and He will follow through when everyone else walks away.
“Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.” Matthew19:26 

Dependance

This song by Jamie Slocum speaks to me so powerfully each time I hear it, here are the lyrics: (to mute my playlist go to bottom right column)

This is the life I’ve always wanted
To know the prince of peace
To feel my faith restored
As your grace surrounds me

This is the day of new beginnings
This is where my freedom starts
And now death has lost its sting
And Jesus how can I thank you?

There is a lightness in my laughter
There is a joy inside my soul
My heart is overwhelmed
And Jesus how can I thank you?

Just to know, just to know that you love me
It gives me hope to carry on
You’re the one thing that I can turn to
Just to know, just to know that you’re with me
On all these roads I traveled on
You’re the one thing that I can turn to
Just to know, just to know that you love me
It gives me hope to carry on
There’s nothing this world can do
I confess my dependence on you
Lord, I confess my dependence on you
Dependence on you

Brooklyn Tabernacle Video

It is a blessed day, as I drove to work this morning I was listening to the Brooklyn Tab in my car and the sun was just coming over the Superstitions, (one of the few good things about going to work so early.) As I listened to their music I was once again lifted to the Heavens. I included one of their videos on the blog today. (Above) Keep in mind when you listen/watch Carol Cymbala directing that choir, that she has had no formal musical training, she can’t read music, and yet she has written many songs that have rocketed to the top of the charts and are sung in many churches today. They have perfomed at Madision Square garden and many other places all over the world. Many of the singers and musicians were homeless, living on the streets of New York, many addicted to drugs and alcohol, were illiterate, and many were very successful but on their own collision course of destruction. One a famous hairstylist for many years, one a top model. But they all had one thing in common, they desperately needed the love of Christ. When they sing, their tears flow freely because they remember where they were before. It is apparent they sing not for any worldly glory or success but for God alone. They are a living testament to what God can do in all of our lives if we only let Him. Lori