this is who i am

turn down the music

while folding clothes today, i had my itunes on shuffle and this song came on. i stopped dead in my tracks and tears came to my eyes as i was gently convicted. wow. i immediately turned around and started looking up the lyrics, and felt i must share them. praying that the holy spirit stirs in you what He is stirring in me even now.....

turn down the music 

by shane & shane

from everything is different

lyrics from here

If You were hungry, would we give You food?

If You were thirsty, would we give you drink?

If You were a stranger, would we let You in?

What would be the song we'd sing to You when You're in need?

Would it be an empty alleluia to the King?

Turn down the music

Turn down the noise

Turn up Your voice, oh God,

And let us hear the sound

Of people broken

Willing to love

Give us Your heart, oh God,

A new song rising up

And if You were naked, would we give You clothes

If You were an orphan, would we give our home

And if You were in prison, would we visit You

What would be the song we'd sing to You when You're in need?

Would it be an empty alleluia to the King?

Turn down the music

Turn down the noise

Turn up Your voice, oh God,

And let us hear the sound

Of people broken

Willing to love

Give us Your heart, oh God,

A new song rising up

Let it be our worship

Let it be our true religion

In this world but not unwavering

Holding on to our confession

Let it be our worship

Let it be our true religion

In this world but not unwavering

Holding on to our confession

Turn down the music

Turn down the noise

Turn up Your voice, oh God,

And let us hear the sound

Of people broken

Willing to love

Give us Your heart, oh God,

A new song rising up

A new song rising

A new song rising up

delaney talks to statues

while at the dentist today (read about that here), my sweet dental hygienist (who is actually the hygienist for my mom, dad, brothers, sister, aunt, and a few coworkers & their kids- what can i say, guess we're definite job security for her!) asked me what song i had danced with my dad to at my wedding. at first, i thought it was an odd question, but then she told me that dad had been talking about it last time he was there. while i sat there having my teeth cleaned, i was whisked back to the sweet memory of me & diddy dancing on my wedding night. inspired by that moment of nostalgia, i thought i would share the lyrics with you. while i admit, it was an unconventional song for us to dance to, it was perfect for us. i remember days in 3rd & 4th grade, playing on the boat or dancing on the dock to this song with me dad. ever since then, i knew it would be what we would dance to, and i'm so glad we were able to. 

enjoy!

Delaney Talks to Statues

By: Jimmy Buffett, Amy Lee, Mac McAnally

1994

Delaney talks to statues

As she dances 'round the pool

She chases cats through Roman ruins

And stomps on big toadstools

She speaks a language all her own

That I cannot discover

But she knows I love her so

When I tuck her 'neath the covers

Chorus:

Father, daughter

Down by the water

Shells sink, dreams float

Life's good on our boat

Delaney draws me pictures

She finger paints the sand

We chase the dogs and hop like frogs

Then I do my bad handstands

She's growin' up too fast for me

And askin' lots of questions

Some I know the answers to

And some I'm lookin' for suggestions

Chorus:

Father, daughter

Born by the water

Surf's up, sun's down

Life in a beach town

And some of the things I've seen

Maybe she won't have to see

But there's a lot I want to pass along

That was handed down to me

Delaney talks to statues

As she dances 'round the pool

She chases cats through Roman ruins

And stomps on big toadstools

She speaks a language all her own

Just a little like her mother

And she knows I love her so

When I tuck her 'neath the covers

Chorus:

Father, daughter

Down by the water

Shells sink, dreams float

Life's good on our boat

Shells sink, dreams float

Life's good on our boat

c.s. lewis song

couldnt get this song out of my head today...by brooke fraser

"C.S. Lewis Song"



If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy,

I can only conclude that I was not made for here

If the flesh that I fight is at best only light and momentary,

then of course I'll feel nude when to where I'm destined I'm compared

Speak to me in the light of the dawn

Mercy comes with the morning

I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope to come for me

Am I lost or just less found? On the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way?

is this a soul that stirs in me, is it breaking free, wanting to come alive?

Cos my comfort would prefer for me to be numb

And avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become

  

Speak to me in the light of the dawn

Mercy comes with the morning

 I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope to come for me

 For we, we are not long here

Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it

And I, I was made to live, I was made to love, I was made to know you

Hope is coming for me

Hope, He's coming

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