OH MY GOD
Oh my God, look around this place
Your fingers reach around the bone
You set the break and set the tone
Flights of grace, and future falls
In present pain
All fools say, "Oh my God"
Oh my God, Why are we so afraid?
We make it worse when we don't bleed
There is no cure for our disease
Turn a phrase, and rise again
Or fake your death
and only tell your closest friend
Oh my God.
Oh my God, can I complain?
You take away my firm belief
and graft my soul upon your grief
Weddings, boats and alibis
All drift away, and a mother cries
Liars and fools; sons and failures
Thieves will always say
Lost and found; ailing wanderers
Healers always say
Whores and angels; men with problems
Leavers always say
Broken hearted; separated
Orphans always say
War creators; racial haters
Preachers always say
Distant fathers; fallen warriors
Givers always say
Pilgrim saints; lonely widows
Users always say
Fearful mothers; watchful doubters
Saviors always say
Sometimes I cannot forgive
And these days, mercy cuts so deep
If the world was how it should be,
Maybe I could get some sleep
While I lay, I dream we're better,
Scales were gone and faces light
When we wake, we hate our brother
We still move to hurt each other
Sometimes I can close my eyes,
And all the fear that keeps me silent
Falls below my heavy breathing,
What makes me so badly bent?
We all have a chance to murder
We all feel the need for wonder
We still want to be reminded
That the pain is worth the plunder
Sometimes when I lose my grip,
I wonder what to make of heaven
All the times I thought to reach up
All the times I had to give in
Babies underneath their beds
Hospitals that cannot treat
All the wounds that money causes
All the comforts of cathedrals
All the cries of thirsty children
- this is our inheritance
All the rage of watching mothers
- this is our greatest offense
Oh my God
Oh my God
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Lyrics and music by
Dan Haseltine, Charlie Lowell,
Stephen Mason, Matt Odmark
all of Jars of Clay group.
Lost
On a painted sky
Where the clouds are hung
For the poet's eye
You may find him
If you may find him
There
On a distant shore
By the wings of dreams
Through an open door
You may know him
If you may
Be
As a page that aches for words
Which speaks on a theme that's timeless
While the sun God will make for your day
Sing
As a song in search of a voice that is silent
And the one God will make for your way
And we dance
To a whispered voice
Overheard by the sould
Undertook by the heart
And you may know it
If you may know it
While the sand
Would become the stone
Which begat the spark
Turned to living bone
Holy, holy
Sanctus, sanctus
Be
As a page that aches for word
Which speaks on a theme that is timeless
While the sun God will make for your day
Sing
As a song in search of a voice that is silent
And the one God will make for your day
- Neil Diamond
[Jonathan Livingston Seagull]
FLY AWAY HOME
She waits there all through the day
Weaving endings before you are aware
No matter how hard we pray
Seems to make no difference in what’s fair
I can see it in her soul, I can feel in on her skin
And the story that’s been told, had no reason to begin
It’s a tale to yet unfold
Chorus:
Cause I just saw, what couldn’t be
What wasn’t meant for me to see
Gates that locked the day before
Are now just like an open door
The walk has turned into a roam
And now it’s time to Fly Away Home…
Fly Away Home…
He is a master of chance
So aloof that he doesn’t know you’re there
And when he does cast his glance
You wonder if you can withstand his stare
He can roll the dice and win,
You can lose more than you know
Place a bet on just a whim,
and then see your spirit grow
Even though your hopes were slim
Chorus:
Cause I just saw, what couldn’t be
What wasn’t meant for me to see
Gates that locked the day before
Are now just like an open door
The walk has turned into a roam
And now it’s time to Fly Away Home…
Fly Away Home…
Instrumental
Flip a coin and you’ll see
That she is waiting right there around the bend
Heads or tails can’t agree
On how she’s gonna make the story end
Fate is older now than time,
Yet it blooms life all anew
And the chances left are mine,
Even though they may be few
All that’s left is there to climb
Chorus:
Cause I just saw, what couldn’t be
What wasn't meant for me to see
Gates that locked the day before
Are now just like an open door
The walk has turned into a roam
And now it’s time to Fly Away Home…
Fly Away Home…
Music, Lyrics, Guitars, Bass & Vocals
by Don Rudnickas
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