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Source of the Wind
03:26
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Can you live with the mystery?
Can you explain all that's inside of me?
Is it foolish to base your living belief
only on what we can measure to be?
I have been to the ending
Of my understanding,
Where myst'ry begins
If I limit my living
To what I can master,
I close myself in
I'm turning my back on the Source of the Wind
Find your comfort in the thought that you're free;
Make your choice now - - choose your slavery
Dreams of money or a junkie's retreat,
Running away from reality
I face up to the challenge
Of hearing my calling,
His voice comes again
I am happy to bow down
To Whom I have found now,
To let Him sink in
And find I am loved by the Source of the Wind
(Repeat)
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Am I Alone
04:15
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The devil drops a question, a stating of his art,
A rude intrusion into my tranquility
One drop of information disturbs my placid heart;
The acid works its way into the mystery.
Now it's holding in me
CHORUS
Am I alone? Have you ever felt like this before?
If you have, did you come home?
Was there Someone there to open the door?
I wouldn't be so hungry if there wasn't in my heart
A space the size of someone I could trust
I'm feeling pretty stable; I'm not breaking apart
Until the doubt begins to turn me into dust
And I believe I am walking by myself
[chorus]
And if I am a solitary fool, will you leave me cold and naked?
And when that moment comes, will you be friend enough to tell me I screwed up?
Too much misinformation has kept me in my place;
It binds me, blinds me, robs me of my peace
The well-lit angel wants me to cover up my face
So I'll deny the Truth one inch in front of me
Suddenly I am starving at the feast
[chorus]
I'm not alone. Have you ever felt like this before?
If you have, would you come on home?
There is Someone there to open the door,
Someone there to open the door.
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3. |
You Let Me Hide
03:21
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All that really matters is what You think
My life has been given--it's not my own
If I feel the vacuum, the emptiness is mine, I guess
It's not because You don't exist, but because of this:
I believe that I can live without You, without You
CHORUS
You are in the habit
Of giving me what I ask for when I don't want to admit it
Independence is a fiction
That I run to when I think that it's convenient
'Cause sometimes when I hide, You come and seek me;
But sometimes when I hide, You let me hide.
You are not a waiter to hear my prayers,
Then go somewhere and bring me my demands
Maybe it's better to say, instead,
That I would be dead if You really let me see You
Now it's time for me to turn to Thee
Even if Your only gift is this silence,
I don't need a sign to know I love You
I love You
You are in the habit
Of giving me what I ask for when I don't want to admit it
Independence is a fiction
That I run to when I think that it's convenient
'Cause sometimes when I hide, You come and seek me;
But sometimes when I hide, You let me hide.
All that really matters is what You think
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How Fragile My Faith
03:39
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How fragile my faith; how precarious my prayers;
How daring my doubt, following my footsteps
Just a breath in front of God
It's been so many years ago--I made a promise to the sky
Shaking my small fist at Him, I never needed so to cry
"You have never left me, never let me get away,
But I have never wanted you to hold me, 'til today."
How fragile my faith; how precarious my prayers;
How daring my doubt, following my footsteps
Just a breath in front of God
I had to take a drive out West, I had to get away from here
I had to see them face to face, the few I hold so dear
My sister, crying with me, as I wept on her back porch
I felt so far from God; she said, "You don't need to anymore."
Is this hand from heaven someone I can trust; or is it hurting me?
Does He hold me out to dangle over the flame,
Or hold me to His breast, like a child?
How fragile my faith; how precarious my prayers;
How daring my doubt, following my footsteps
Just a breath in front of God
How fragile my faith; how precarious my prayers;
I'm leaning on grace; the troubled waters of my heart
So need the calming breath of God,
So need the calming breath of God.
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Brian West Johnson City, Tennessee
I'm a Christian. I ask questions. I write words and music.
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