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Rooted Deep
03:31
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Sometimes I wish I was a tree
Born here and rooted deep
With all my friends and family
Sharing food and listening
To the words of the wind
Sun and moon and honey bee
The voice of God is whispering
Bare feet in mud, I’m listening
To the words in the wind
You are made of clay
So who are you to claim
This soil and its grace
How deep must I dig
How far must I go
To find a space that is free
A land I call home
Then, one night, he came
Amongst animals, instead of men
Crying in his bed of hay
I think this is where I will stay
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When I Turn My Head
02:16
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When I turn my head to see
Bright light between the trees
Are you talking to me?
There is nothing much I see
But the dusk in the fields
Is this how you speak?
There is love humility
In the way you speak to me
No storm splitting the sea
Like David away from home
Tending the sheep all alone
That’s god on his throne
Like the prodigal son
I can always come home
To the king who died alone
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Olive Tree
03:15
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I met an olive tree
In the garden
Of gethsemane
And its roots have held on
To the rock
For centuries
And if the ground shifts
I’ll surely fall
But look at those swifts
They’re not even trying
And look at them flying
They’re spending their winters on the moon.
I wish they’d return and I hope
They’ll return soon
All will be okay
We’re not meant to stay
Was not made that way
I love you
And I love our son
And the kids he might have one day
I think of the olive tree
And I pray
It might never cease to be
I take tender care
Of the family tree
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4. |
Morning Star
03:41
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Venus,
Goddess of love
Whispering the day
Will surely come now
Jesus,
Son of love
Morningstar
Heralding the sun now
Wake up, wake up
Though people are still sleeping
But we must rise
And face the light
Bloodshot, bloodshot
Wake up wake up
The sun is nearly coming
And we must rise
And face the light
Bloodshot, bloodshot
Wake up wake up
The wind is rising
And all the trees are swaying
Sine waves, sine waves
Wake up wake up
The wind is rising
And those who cannot breathe
Will finally fill their lungs
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5. |
When It All Went South
03:13
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Oh how it all went south
When the ships started sailing
God, these men are so loud
The mother of God started failing
And starved I land on your shores
And I take all that’s yours
Lappin’ up all the the water
Like the river is running dry
The soil just keeps giving
Enough for all that’s living
Take one handful of dirt
Holding billions of creatures
A thousand and more songbirds
With a thousand features
And starved I live on your shores
You come knock on my door
Enter my house and we eat
I get more than I need
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6. |
Not a Good Man
02:27
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I am not a good man
No this wasn’t right
I need to forgive myself
Step into the light
And all my flaws are in sight now
But I won’t cover my eyes
I will always keep trying
To do good and rise
Still I look back and worry about the past when all is said and done
All my mistakes will stay and live on
There’s nothing to be done
I will try to be a good man
I'll try to do what’s right
I will always keep failing
But when I fall I’ll rise
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Birth
02:24
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Did you see the leafs
On the old oak tree
So green
Thank God it’s dawn again
And all the brown
And dusty crowns
Have received
The breath of life again
Swifts and flies
Tumbling through the sky
Never touched the earth
In a hundred days
The breath of a child
And the seeds all run wild
As she scatters the fluff
To dance on the wind
A heavy sky
Full of life
And the seeds
Are holding on
Carried by
The hot summer air
Still the seeds
Drifting along
When the parachutes
Touch the ground
In a strange place
Far from home
No one knows
How the story goes
But everything’s
Made new
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Chris Veldhuis Amsterdam, Netherlands
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