new+man
Inheritance + Lead Me On
What kind of man is this
That the wind and waves obey His call
A love I can’t resist
One that reaches out to men so small
You cause the blind to see
And you fill my hungry mouth with bread
You showed truth to me and you raised my spirit from the dead
A man who must be more than mad or a God who wants to take my hand
Lead me on
To higher ground
To a place the old man cant be found
To run free to stand tall to eternity can you hear the call
Lead me on make me see, your own life lived in me
And if there was one who showed the way you’re the one
Lead me on
What kind of man are you?
To call the world ‘come follow me’
I am the life the truth
I live in you and you in me
The bread of life the first the last revealed the new forgive the past
Noone ever spoke the way you do
I’ve heard your words and I believe they’re true
So lead me on to higher ground
To be free to stand tall to eternity can you hear the call
Lead me on
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This lunchtime I heard some bad news but couldn’t stop praising God anyway.
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(to be updated)
Notebook ejection
There will be an anthem
Under banner of praise
In the bright blue sky we share
And to those who cried
Those who never got by
He will wipe all tears away
(Lift your banner of praise today)
Sickness gone, perfection here,
The dark glass gone, I can see you shielding me
I praise you with my tongue, my heart and knee
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She’s your extra hand
Your arm when you get sore
She’s your pillowcase, your foot, your heart, your soul,
She’s your introvert, the outside looking in
She’s a dream lady
Lady stays, dreams they go
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Pals! Help! Got a bit of a situation here!
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Totally fasched. Baking in the sun. Never was intae this sailin lark onyway, but here I am wi the rest. Lyin in the deck in the boast in the sea in the sun, in the flippin sun.
Tryin tae relax and get intae it wi the rest a them but no change. Eedgit below deck jis drills a the time pure rippin ma knittin n he dinna ken how tae stop.Been floatin oot here for days totally baked. Look at them sittin there (and I do look sometimes, squinty een, haun haudin back the sun) identically strewn aboot wi the same red swimsuits an same undamaged look on their faces. Doot they ever eat.
Theres a ring oot there canna mind the name - no a rubber wan but a rescue ring or suhin. Jis floatin b the boat, no point to it. Hows it just stay there?
Never rains out here but I doubt they’d move if it did. They’d still lie there I’d still lie here eedgit wid still be drillin and the boats no gonna sink for a wee bit o water.
Memory slips aff - canna mind whur I wis before this boat or whur I wanted tae be if n when it got tae port. Wis it jist tae listen tae the waves, tae lie back drift n directionlesss? Belter ae a sun.
Scene change - och whit noo - leaves everywhur whit an awfie awfie mess me’n a raincoat trees planted like pillars flooers mak it look like open treasure box jewels covered in leaves. No so sunny brisk n cold and hing on, whit -no canna be, gonnae no - its that drillin - wid drive ye demented och if its no as loud as ever. It pure is’n aw.
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Amber-black. Amber-black.
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