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Experiments in Nakedness
04:53
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This was all much easier
When I thought I was a boy
Imitating laughter in the place of joy
The words, they flowed, my heart was known;
It was something I could not stop--
Experiments in nakedness in front of God
I will put my life in front of you--
Please forgive me for being strange
This is how I've learned to live my life.
It's how I know that I can be changed.
I see the nervousness in your eyes;
Not everybody walks around unshod
But I think our souls need to be naked
in front of God.
Take me, hold me; there is so much of me down here
Why do I try to hide myself?
This is part of my fear; this is part of my fear.
Now I've grown up as His little child,
Sometimes more, sometimes less like Christ
Often when I feel He's turned away from me
Is when I've turned away to hide
I'm learning more 'bout forgiveness,
And the cleansing pow'r in the flowing blood...
I do confess to Him my sin;
I know these hands are not enough
To bring me back to be with Him,
As though it took just being tough.
It's not my power or my strength
That's brought me where I've come to be--
There's too much sin inside my heart;
I should be hanging on a tree.
But under this pile of dirty laundry,
The wretched garments of my death,
His resurrection finds me gasping,
And fills my lungs with blessed breath.
Now I am being re-created,
Healed and strengthened from within;
Yes, I am happy to be standing,
Naked and whole, in front of Him!
. . . Come join with me in being naked . . .
in front of God.
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Listening
03:04
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I am trying to pray before You;
I am trying to pray all the time
Now my life has been laid before You:
In the seeming of this silence,
I am opening my eyes to find You . . .
CHORUS
I am listening; I am listening; I am listening;
You are speaking, with a whisper, to my heart
Exposed and alone, yet I'm filled by the Father;
Surprisingly He bothers with my heart
I'm learning a lesson of forgiving compassion--
I'm learning what sets Jesus Christ apart
BRIDGE
A raging, cleansing, storm of silence,
The reign of my repentance rising
The showers sweep away my sin;
Falling on my face, yes You're freeing me again
I am listening; I am listening; I am listening;
You are speaking, with a whisper, to my heart
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Hour of Drowning
03:07
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And I am drifting down the stream
Into a waterfall, and
I am trapped beneath the froth
Swimming for the surface, and
Reaching for the sides, and
I am so afraid that both
Are out of reach, and
I am so afraid that both
Are out of reach, and
I am so afraid of drowning
CHORUS
This is my fear, this is my cry--
Who will save me in my hour of drowning?
I cannot hear, I cannot see--
Darkness and gravity are all around me
Lord, hear my cry...
Now the crucial moment:
Coming up to breathe is
A fading opportunity
Cross the silent line
Into the mystery, where
I have no strength left in me
To seek the air, but
Now the peace has overcome
The cold despair, I'm
Hearing voices--am I here or There?
This is my fear, this is my cry--
Who will save me in my hour of drowning?
I cannot hear, I cannot see--
Darkness and gravity are all around me
Lord, hear my cry...
BRIDGE
Passed beneath the waters, once, yes,
A birth came from above
But now I am trapped below;
Where, under this water, is Your love?
This is my fear, this is my cry--
Who will save me in my hour of drowning?
I cannot hear, I cannot see--
Darkness and gravity are all around me
Lord, hear my cry...
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We Are Beautiful
03:43
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Do you believe you are plain?
Do you still think on the many ways
You're doomed to suffer a life filled with pain
My life has been turned around,
Over and over and upside-down
Caught in a spin-cycle whirlwind of doubt
But the Truth has been given
To worm-eaten souls like our own
Say it over within you--
He is there when we feel all alone
'Cause we are beautiful; we are embraced by God
We are learning the difference between night and day
We are learning the value of the words we say
Is it twilight, or do we see the break of day?
Beauty is all in the eye;
This is our fear and our alibi
But when we feel ugly, what is God's reply?
Jesus has seen every scar;
Your best and your worst, He knows who you are
And He's reaching out to embrace your broken heart
'Cause His definition
Of beauty is different from ours
This is no competition;
In His eyes we all shine like the stars
'Cause we are beautiful; we are embraced by God
We are learning the difference between night and day
We are learning the value of the words we say
Is it twilight, or do we see the break of day?
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Tapestry of Days
03:09
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Good morning, God.
I'm glad to see You've lifted up the sun again.
It's a long, long time
Since the clouds rolled by
And refreshed me with Your reign.
Good day, my Friend--
I'm looking for the ways that You've displayed Your grace,
Weaving, thread by thread,
'Round the world and now again,
In this tapestry of days.
And I love You,
So I sing it loud, for a lot of folks to hear
And I need You,
'Cause alone I'm feasting only on my fear
Now the colors flow
From a yellow hue to a bright and bloody red
In a blue, blue sky,
You're appealing to my eye;
And I remember what You said
Your hand, so fair,
Is moving everywhere;
You fill with color what was once threadbare
This is Your design;
I am mercy's child--
There's a work of art in my everyday!
And I love You,
So I sing it loud, for the ones You love to hear
And I need You,
'Cause alone I'm feasting only on my fear
You have stayed with me through the valley of my doubt
Now Your faithfulness is what I want to sing about,
And how I love You...
Good morning, God.
I'm glad to see You've lifted up the Son again.
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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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