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Starhymn<\/a>
\nRain’s ‘a Falling<\/a>
\nBooks and Windows<\/a>
\nUntil I Rise<\/a>
\nWayfaring Stranger<\/a>
\nState of Pride<\/a>
\nThis Wayward Heart<\/a>
\nBetter Days<\/a>
\nTill We Have Faces<\/a>
\nDeath be not Proud<\/a>
\nSymphony of Silence<\/a><\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nStarhymn<\/b><\/p>\n

I’ve been wandering through this life
\nSearching for the hymn that lies
\nSomewhere deep inside my aching heart
\nLike a gypsy song it plays
\nHaunting faint and far away
\nLike a memory I just can’t quite place<\/p>\n

Sing stars the song of new creation to the earth
\nAs she cries from the pains of its birth
\nHere in the halls of my cathedral of dust
\nSing the hymn, sing the hymn, sing for love<\/p>\n

I’ve been straining hard to hear
\nThe ageless notes that sound so near
\nBeen trying to fit them to these songs I sing
\nNotes that keep at night
\nWorking till the morning light
\nAlways hovering just outside my grasp<\/p>\n

Sing stars the song of new creation to the earth
\nAs she cries from the pains of its birth
\nHere in the halls of my cathedral of dust
\nSing the hymn, sing the hymn, sing for love
\nSing stars the hymn of new creation
\nSing stars the hymn of new creation<\/p>\n

Sing the hymn
\nSing it again
\nSing the hymn
\nYeah sing for the King of Kings
\nAnd sing the hymn
\nOh sing it for the King<\/p>\n

Sing stars your song of new creation to the earth
\nAs she cries from the pains of its birth<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nRain’s ‘a Falling<\/b><\/p>\n

Rain on the roof as I’m lying alone
\nIs playing a lullaby countless years old
\nSometimes I wonder as I’m lying in bed
\nIf it’s the tears of God falling over my head<\/p>\n

Mother Mary please pray for my soul
\nLord Jesus have mercy on me
\nFather forgive me as I forgive others
\nOh God, please set me free.<\/p>\n

I haven’t decided how I feel about rain
\nThe gloom that it brings or the life we gain
\nBut you choose what you see when the rain does pour
\nAin’t a doubt in my mind anymore<\/p>\n

Mother Mary please pray for my soul
\nLord Jesus have mercy on me
\nFather forgive me as I forgive others
\nOh God, please set me free.<\/p>\n

Oh Rain’s ‘a falling again
\nOh I wish it would just wash out my sins
\nBecause I’ve tried as hard as I can to hate
\nThis mess I have fallen into of late
\nBut no
\nStill the rain’s ‘a falling again
\nOh I don’t know where to begin
\nBecause I’ve tried to cry for this life I lead
\nBut tears don’t come very easy these days<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nBooks and Windows<\/b><\/p>\n

I wish your heart was a book and your eyes
\nWere windows through which I could see
\nI’d savor every letter and soak in every word
\nAnd forever would only seem a day to me
\nBut in your eyes I hit a wall my dear
\nA wall so hard it knocked me off my feet
\nAnd when I reached into your heart I found a safe
\nThat doesn’t seem to have a place for any key<\/p>\n

I’ve been running hard
\nTrying to free my heart
\nBut sometimes it feels like I’m running back to you
\nApathy like steel
\nIs mostly what I feel
\nDo you have no heart my love?<\/p>\n

Oh tell me love, tell me why you never left
\nWhy you linger here to haunt me with your face
\nBecause the moon is your eyes, the water is your laugh,
\nAnd the whisper of the wind won’t go away
\nI’ve been working out my heart so I never have to think
\nBecause when I do, I spiral down to you
\nBut I can’t keep this up forever, so I’m writing you this song
\nBecause you seem to think you’ve always seen the truth.<\/p>\n

I’ve been running hard
\nTrying to free my heart
\nBut sometimes it feels like I’m running back to you
\nApathy like steel
\nIs mostly what I feel
\nDo you have no heart my love?<\/p>\n

Oh I took a train down miles of track
\nAnd stared for hours in the tinted glass
\nI was thinking how cruel is the irony
\nI can see through this glass like you see me
\nOh but all I see outside is coal black
\nStanding in the dust beside the tracks
\nYou never loved me, you say you won’t
\nI don’t want to believe you, but how can I know?<\/p>\n

I wish your heart was a book and your eyes
\nWere windows through which I could see
\nI’d savor every letter and soak in every word
\nAnd forever would only seem a day to me
\nBut in your eyes I hit a wall my dear
\nA wall so hard it knocked me off my feet
\nAnd when I reached into your heart I found a safe
\nThat doesn’t seem to have a place for any key<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nUntil I Rise<\/b><\/p>\n

I’ve seen a lot of people in this world
\nWith tiny lights deep in their eyes
\nA glimpse of beauty through a chipped scratched glass
\nStill flickering as I pass<\/p>\n

And I don’t know
\nWhether I’m just old
\nOr my conscience is cold from the dark
\nI hope I have
\nJust a spark to last
\nThrough the night
\nUntil I rise<\/p>\n

Love is like a window to the heart
\nBut sometimes I really hate my view
\nBecause all I see’s distorted by the glass
\nSo dusty chipped and scratched<\/p>\n

And I don’t know
\nWhether I’m just old
\nOr my conscience is cold from the dark
\nI hope I have
\nJust a spark to last
\nThrough the night
\nUntil I rise<\/p>\n

Through death until I rise
\nOh God, until I rise<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nWayfaring Stranger<\/b><\/p>\n

I’m a wayfaring stranger, my home is the world
\nI don’t have a house, no money or a girl,
\nJust the clothes on my back, this guitar in my hands
\nAnd I sing what I think as I wander these lands
\nWell not long ago, as I traveled my way,
\nI passed by a church, so I stopped in to pray
\nBut the people were loud and distracting to me
\nSo I picked up and left to keep traveling<\/p>\n

Sometimes I pray for the good Lord to come
\nTo right all our wrongs, and to judge what we’ve done<\/p>\n

Oh Lord, come soon
\nHeal our wounds
\nOh Lord, come renew
\nThis world soon<\/p>\n

So I kept to the road, I kept walking each day
\nI sang with the birds as I traveled my way
\nOh the way of a pilgrim is the best way to go
\nBecause I pray when I want and I don’t need a home
\nOne day as I walked I was met by a girl
\nWho was singing some song about the end of the world
\nSo I stopped and explained that creation is good
\nAnd God’s fixing it up like a good father should<\/p>\n

Sometimes I pray for the good Lord to come
\nTo right all our wrongs, and to judge what we’ve done<\/p>\n

Oh Lord, come soon
\nHeal our wounds
\nOh Lord, come renew
\nThis world soon<\/p>\n

Sometimes I pray for the good Lord to come
\nTo right all our wrongs, and to judge what we’ve done<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nState of Pride<\/b><\/p>\n

I’ve been living in the state of pride
\nThe land of me myself and I
\nI never realized that hell starts today
\nUntil I started trying to escape<\/p>\n

I know enough of hate to say it’s cold as ice
\nJust like I’ve tasted freezing fear and been paralyzed
\nSome people say that hell’s a fiery burning lake
\nBut Oh son that ain’t half as bad as the ice of fear and hate<\/p>\n

I decided one day to run away
\nAnd I’ve been running hard to this day
\nSome people say eternal life has begun
\nAnd Oh that’s true, but hell has too, so wake up love and run<\/p>\n

I know enough of hate to say it’s cold as ice
\nJust like I’ve tasted freezing fear and been paralyzed
\nSome people say that hell’s a fiery burning lake
\nBut Oh son that ain’t half as bad as the ice of fear and hate<\/p>\n

Let none admire the gold in hell,
\nThe palaces which are indwelt,
\nBy lonely men whose hearts of ice
\nCannot be touched or satisfied
\nBeware the worst of hell is in
\nThe hearts of men consumed by sin
\nThe land of hate and fear and I
\nIs at its worst inside our minds<\/p>\n

I know enough of hate to say it’s cold as ice
\nJust like I’ve tasted freezing fear and been paralyzed
\nSome people say that hell’s a fiery burning lake
\nBut Oh son that ain’t half as bad as the ice of fear and hate<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nThis Wayward Heart<\/b><\/p>\n

The wind against my back is blowing hair into my face
\nThe windswept trees are crying leaves across my way
\nIf living is walking the road called life
\nThen I must be lost or the roads just a lie
\nBecause I can’t find it
\nAfter all this time<\/p>\n

Cigarettes and emptiness are all I’ve got left at best
\nWith restless dreams filling my nights like smoke
\nMy heart bleeds these melodies like disjointed symphonies
\nThese songs from my heart won’t stop bleeding<\/p>\n

My thoughts are as scattered as the stars across the sky
\nMy restless heart’s wandering all over tonight
\nI hope that this road I’ve been traveling on
\nWill lead me back home, Oh I’m hoping to God
\nBecause I still can’t find
\nAfter all this time<\/p>\n

Cigarettes and emptiness are all I’ve got left at best
\nWith restless dreams filling my nights like smoke
\nMy heart bleeds these melodies like disjointed symphonies
\nThese songs from my heart won’t stop bleeding<\/p>\n

This wayward heart
\nHas come so far
\nIt’s beating hard
\nBut I ain’t giving up tonight
\nOh no
\nThis wayward heart
\nIs so far gone
\nIt’s played so hard
\nBut I won’t give it up tonight
\nNo.<\/p>\n

Cigarettes and emptiness are all I’ve got left at best
\nWith restless dreams filling my nights like smoke
\nMy heart bleeds these melodies and all I can do is sing
\nThese songs like lullabies to put me to sleep
\nBut I won’t give it up tonight.<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nBetter Days<\/b><\/p>\n

Oh lift your eyes and look around
\nJust leave the past and feel the sound
\nOf every beat your heart takes breathe the air of now
\nBecause you can live in what won’t be
\nInside a dream, and when that’s all you see
\nYou’re living in a fantasy<\/p>\n

So raise your glass to better days
\nAnd laugh about our yesterdays
\nCome what will, we toast tonight
\nTo where we are right now in life
\nTo better days<\/p>\n

Oh lift again your troubled face
\nAnd let the pain begin to fade
\nStop holding on so tight to all your pride and shame
\nBecause you can live inside a cage
\nOf all the trespasses that people make
\nAnd when you cling to evil, evil clings to you<\/p>\n

So raise your glass to better days
\nAnd laugh about our yesterdays
\nCome what will, we toast tonight
\nTo where we are right now in life
\nTo better days<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nTill We Have Faces<\/b><\/p>\n

I haven’t much left to fear from God
\nSo I’m writing this down to prove all his wrongs
\nYou took my one love, that was all that I had
\nAnd you won’t say a word when I question your plans<\/p>\n

Hey child I know that you’re hurting inside
\nBut you choose where you live and I can’t change your mind<\/p>\n

Tell me my sin why you stole what was mine
\nWhere is my guilt show me where is my crime
\nI guess love was my wrong, because it was all that I had
\nSo give me a sign prove me wrong if you can<\/p>\n

Hey child I know that you’re hurting inside
\nBut you choose where you live and I can’t change your mind<\/p>\n

Till we have faces
\nTo meet face to face
\nThere’s nothing I can do my dear
\nSo you’ll just have to wait
\nTill we have faces
\nTo meet face to face
\nTo hear my own words as they are
\nIn my heart is the answer you gave<\/p>\n

I’m dying to talk but you can’t hear I know
\nYou can’t hear my words over all of your own
\nJust listen my love, listen close to your song
\nIf you heard all your words you would see what was wrong<\/p>\n

If there was a judge between God and man
\nHe’d make you to answer for the works of your hands<\/p>\n

Hey Child I’m trying, trying all that I can
\nJust to get in a word but you don’t understand
\nYou’re drowning yourself with the noise of your scars
\nIf you’d just quiet down I’d sing with your heart.<\/p>\n

If there was a judge between God and man
\nHe’d make you to answer for the works of your hands<\/p>\n

Till we have faces
\nTo meet face to face
\nThere’s nothing I can do my love
\nSo you’ll just have to wait
\nTill we have faces
\nTo meet face to face
\nTo hear my own words as they are
\nIn my heart is the answer you gave<\/p>\n

Hey love
\nListen close
\nLeave all of your ghosts
\nAll your tears, all of your fears
\nToday
\nI dreamed
\nI was reading
\nAll the words of my heart
\nI’ve been clutching so hard<\/p>\n

Hey love
\nYes love
\nListen close
\nI know
\nSing with me
\nI was wrong
\nJoin me
\nI can finally hear you
\nSinging
\nFreely now
\nFree at last
\nYou\/I can finally hear the song that You’ve\/I’ve been singing all along<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nDeath be not Proud<\/b><\/p>\n

Death be not proud
\nDeath be not proud
\nDeath be not proud<\/p>\n

Death, some have called thee mighty and dreadful
\nBut thou art not so
\nFor those
\nWhom thou think thou dost overthrow die not
\nPoor death, nor canst thou yet kill me<\/p>\n

Death be not proud
\nBe not proud
\nBe not proud
\nOh Death be not proud<\/p>\n

From rest and sleep
\nWhich but thy pictures be
\nWe gain much good, so tell me who is losing here?
\nYou’re a slave to fate, to chance, to desperate men.
\nAnd friend,
\nDrugs and charms can give us better sleep
\nAnd soon you yourself will die<\/p>\n

Death be not proud
\nBe not proud
\nBe not proud
\nDeath be not proud
\nBe not proud<\/p>\n

Death, when I die,
\nI shall rise:
\nBe not proud.
\nDeath, when I rise
\nFrom the grave
\nOn the last day
\nYou will die.<\/p>\n

Death be not proud
\nDeath be not proud
\nDeath be not proud
\nBe not proud<\/p>\n

<\/a>
\nSymphony of Silence<\/b><\/p>\n

I sleep when sleep will come
\nAnd dance with shadows veiled by night,
\nWhen stars come out and shed their
\nshapeless tears, their light,
\nPinpoints in the darkness, they are my song,
\nWordless, eternally long, drawn from the
\nHearts of gods, angels, fierce is
\nTheir call, their draw, their everlong
\nEternal song, nameless and faceless it
\nRings, it rings as they whisper and sing
\nAnd sing, ages they have sung and will sing:
\nThe song of wandering, of restless pondering
\nOf the homeless heart, the soul of the world
\nSummed up in an ageless endless note
\nThat resounds, rebounds, reverberates in the
\nHalls of my humble human heart, though
\nEnclosed by walls of flesh, flashes of eternal
\nSound pierce to the pews of my cathedral
\nOf dust, the minuscule monument and testament of God
\nTo the gods, the angels. And the stars
\nSingle note of silence cries in the darkness of the same:
\nThe name unbegotten and unpronounceable,
\nBoundless, soundless, and unimaginably loud, deafening.
\nThis note of seemingly infinite pain,
\nThis lonely note that drives me near insane
\nWandering always onwards, forever forward,
\nNever ceasing, ever resonating together
\nIn the strangest nethers it fetters
\nThe better souls, nay, the best, to restlessness.
\nThus I sleep when sleep will come, but deep
\nSleep hardly comes, it shuns me and runs
\nAlways out of grasp, none who sing outrun deep sleep
\nAnd clasp it in their grasp, no, none who hear the song,
\nFor sleep closes the ears; the song dies. Futile are
\nTries to revive life in death, even temporary death.
\nSo I wander on to the ringing of the soundless singing,
\nThe forever note of no name, whose same sound
\nIs life itself, though disguised. For I cannot hide
\nAnd am always doomed to hear the almost-reconciled
\nHarmony of disharmonies echoing in my halls of dust,
\nMy heart of lust, rusting \u2019till the day of the
\nEternal crescendo: the symphony of silence.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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