"My eyes are dry My faith is old My heart is hard My prayers are cold
And I know how I ought to be Alive to you and dead to me But what can be done for an old heart like mine Soften it up with oil and wine The oil is You, Your spirit of love Please wash me anew in the wine of your blood"
this is some of my newer stuff that i have been doing on the piano lately.
sorry about the quality, i dont carry my condenser mike/interface with me every day (although i should for times like these) if you want to get past all my screw ups and jump to the good stuff then skip to around 4:15
i think my new years resolution this year (yes i know its early) is to become prolific in witnessing and praying for random scary looking (yes THAT GUY muttering to himself in the corner with worn clothes that smells really bad) people, to the point that it makes everyone around me uncomfortable. that is exactly what Jesus did (love the unwanted/awkward/rejected/despised), so that’s what i’m going to (as much as my failure prone human nature can muster) do.
keeperofmybrother-deactivated20 asked: Hey bro! What's up? Long time no talk! How are things goin in tally?
its all been going good! tally is as boring as ever, but Gods starting to stir some things up lol. when are ya going to show your face down here again?
“All Creatures of our God and King,
lift up your voice and let us sing!
O Praise Him! O Praise Him!
Creation sent to me the centipede
to witness the complexity
of one hundred legs that were moving unexpectedly,
just as they were meant to be
theyre fearfully and wonderfully made;
An organism praised in circadian rhythms:
the sun will rise and then the sun will set, and then the sun will rise again,
so lift up your head!
This is life: not a static object preserved and displayed like a relic from the dead;
You are not a fruitless tree with a rootless disease
growin in a bucket in a rich mans home
next to the TV tamed and alone
learnin to lust for the things you dont own—
Like an arm chair warrior whos been dethroned,
declawed and fixed,
fighting for your life with unattended slit wrists.
Dont let your name get intermingled with the number cause its time to awaken from the devilish slumber,
to freely follow the Forerunner
to the Fatherland and rally round the Renaissance Man
and the wisdom of His ways
and all the work of His hands;
Catch come as catch can-
concentrating on the good words of the Son of Man,
the plan is to withstand the demands of a confused oppressor:
A wolf in sheeps clothes
with monotonous lectures
and questionable gestures
and synthetic textures;
force fed instead of the most beautiful architecture
of our long lost, forgotten origins:
Unseen fiber in the blood of my King
And that old rock where we confessed our sins.
Oh, my God, fellow man
in this great land they all cry out for
and this will take
And this will take the tribes,
and the tongues of all the nations;
and all of creation groans in anticipation
waitin for the Son of God to be manifest-
I can feel it burnin in my chest!
The liberation for the oppressed!
And its beautiful like the feet that bring good news
Its beautiful like this freedom tune
Its beautiful like the power to chooseto change
Beautiful like the long awaited rain-
Beautiful like the healing pains-
Beautiful like the holy flamesComing down!
All creatures of our God and King
Lift up your voice and with us sing
O Praise Him! O Praise Him!
This is kinda how i’m feelin tonight…