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1990
04:19
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How will I take care of these little hands?
How will I put life in these wandering eyes?
Mercy come down.
Lord, I'm not unaware.
There's blood where I stand.
Lord, there's an endless fright
even at sunrise.
Mercy come down.
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sing & talk
03:49
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Down by the blackberries, the duck pond, and the shading pines.
Laughing loudly, hearts merry, wishing that the sun wouldn’t hide.
Playing ball and hide and go seek, seeking for our purpose in life.
Dirty fingernails, faces, and feet. Scraping knees, unashamed to cry.
And I sing, and I talk, and I run, and I fall down.
And I sing, and I talk, and I run, and I fall down.
Lying under cold bed sheets, praying that the sun would rise.
I really need my mom and dad, please! Let me know that it will all be fine.
The sudden light from the night lamp soothes, my memories are slowly impaired.
The man was in a bright red suit, I was running up the basement stairs.
And I sing, and I talk, and I run, and I fall down.
And I sing, and I talk, and I run, and I fall down.
Oh my God,
I sin, and I fall, and I run right back to you now!
Oh my God,
I sin, and I fall, and I turn right back to you now!
Oh my God,
I sin, and I fall, and I run right back to you now!
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3. |
cease striving
04:11
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What do I have to say for myself?
I’m wondering if I can hold such a heavy matter,
as a matter of fact, I think I just might drown.
Oh God, I think I just might drown.
What do I have to say for myself?
I’m wondering if I can hold such a heavy burden,
yes, I’m hurting beneath the weight of a restless fate.
Beneath the weight of a restless fate.
You say,
Cease striving, little one.
Know that I am the I AM,
I will be exalted in the earth.
Selah
Teach me how to rest. Teach me how to rest.
Teach me how to labor for what matters now.
Teach me how to rest, teach me how to abide.
Teach me how to abide.
Cease striving, little one!
Know that I am the I AM!
I will be exalted in the earth!
Teach me how to rest! Teach me how to rest!
Teach how to labor for what matters now!
Teach me how to rest, teach me how to abide!
Teach me how to labor for what matters in this life!
I got nothing to say for myself.
I never could ascend the hill.
Will you carry me?
Yeah, I see
my desperate need
for the life you lived.
My desperate need for the life you give.
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4. |
little bird blues
03:49
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Feel like a little bird in a dirty parking lot
eating Cheetos and Doritos,
drinking melted freeze pops.
And this is the world that I—
This is the world that I—
This is the world that I know.
But the eagle above has spoken of a place more organic,
and I believe I’ll taste and see.
Feel like a little bird hopping curbs in Atlanta streets
bathing in combinations of chemicals and oil leaks.
And this is the world that I—
This is the world that I—
This is the world that I know.
But the eagle above! He’s spoken of a place more organic!
Yeah, I believe I’ll taste and see the glory!
With my very own eyes,
with my very own eyes,
with my very own beak.
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5. |
road
05:54
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It's hard to look at the sky
while it is bright.
The heaviest eyes know what they've seen.
Surely the light will purify the undeserving.
But my decree makes more sense to me:
That I might not be free.
So where do I go?
Is this my end?
Am I dead, my friend?
I think so.
Maybe, just maybe
I should turn back,
and forget the fact
that I am being made whole.
My way, though easy and comforting, won't lead me to anything but misery.
But my God, you scatter my dark clouds with showers of light, and you find me.
My God, you pave the way.
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6. |
(voice 525.m4a)
02:00
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7. |
hebrews 4, 20 years old
05:52
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I was getting high, I was feeling low.
I was getting high, I was feeling low.
I was getting high, I was feeling low.
I was getting high, I was feeling low.
Maybe I just need to talk, I just need to talk.
Maybe I just need to talk, I just need to talk.
Maybe I just need to talk, I just need to talk.
Maybe I just need to talk, I just need to talk—
Talk to you.
Sympathetic High Priest, Humble God,
Sympathetic High Priest, Humble God,
Sympathetic High Priest, Humble God,
Sympathetic High Priest, Humble God,
I just want to talk, I just want to talk.
I just want to talk, I just want to talk.
I just want to talk, I just want to talk.
I just want to talk, I just want to talk—
Talk to you.
Yeah, I just want to talk, I just want to talk!
I just want to talk, I just want to talk!
I just want to talk, I just want to talk!
I just want to talk, I just want to talk!
Yeah, I just want to know you more!!!
And I just want to be transformed!!!
I just want to know you more!!!
I just want to be transformed!!!
Yeah, I want to talk to you!!!
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8. |
moth & rust
04:41
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I was sitting on the passenger side,
looking out the window.
And for every evergreen that passed by,
I felt the envy grow.
I said to myself, I need a new mind.
I’m getting eaten alive.
And every time I hear that covetous cry,
I want that voice to die.
Take all you want, take all you want, I’m not my own.
(Take all you want, take all you want, I’m not my own)
Take all you want, take all you want, I’m not my own.
(Take all you want, take all you want, I’m not my own)
Servant of all, servant of all, make me like you.
(Servant of all, servant of all, make me like you)
Servant of all, servant of all, make me like you.
(Servant of all, servant of all, make me like you)
Walking down West Peachtree Street, looking down at my shoes.
Surrounded by all of my colleagues’ great feats, I felt like such a lose—r.
I prayed to the Lord,
“I want to be meek,
but I don’t want to be a fool!
I know that nothing in this world I will keep,
but will that wisdom rule
my heart?”
I don’t want to store, don’t want to store my treasure here.
(I don’t want to store, don’t want to store my treasure here)
I don’t want to store, don’t want to store my treasure here.
(I don’t want to store, don’t want to store my treasure here)
Give me empathy, patience, kindness, and godly fear.
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9. |
childlikeness
04:12
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Sovereignty makes a man's head spin,
but the proper view is a child's best friend.
And I feel like a child again.
I want to fly to your embrace again
like a chick and mother hen.
Tick tock tick, until the end.
Anxiety will never give you control.
You might die young,
you might die old.
Cast your cares on him now,
because he cares for you.
You say he already knows,
and while that may be true,
when you vocalize your heartache,
it will sound brand new,
and a peace beyond our knowledge
will guard you.
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10. |
(renew)
04:27
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11. |
proud man's dance
06:18
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I feel so small with my guitar in my hands in the outdoors.
I stand in awe beneath the sunshine of mercy that’s been out-poured.
The flowers are fading hour by hour.
What are they saying to the weak and those in power?
I don't know.
Listen close.
Listen
close, close, close, close.
“Let the proud man rejoice in his humiliation!”
“Let the proud man rejoice in his humiliation!”
It’s kind of a fun thing to realize that I got nothing.
I don’t run things, except my mouth, and a really slow 3K.
The grass blades are withering day by day.
What are they whispering to the valiant and afraid?
I don't know.
Listen close.
Listen
close, close, close, close.
“Let the proud man rejoice in his humiliation!”
“Let the proud man rejoice in his humiliation!”
(I see my haughty pride, get rid of it!
I want to see it die, I’m sick of it!)
[“But you think you’re better cause you’re not like the rest”
(No I don’t!)
“You flaunt a lowliness that doesn’t exist”
(No I don’t!)
“Your fake humility is making me sick, it’s making me—”]
Now I see…
That I'M the proud man.
I’ll rejoice in my humiliation.
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12. |
mist & dust
01:56
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Don’t assume
that you’ll be here tomorrow.
Don’t you know
that you’re just a mist that appears and vanishes?
Don’t assume
God won’t
heal our afflictions.
He’ll lead us
through this troubled life.
Don’t assume
God won’t hear us
when we call out.
He’s mindful
even of mist and dust.
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allen odell Atlanta, Georgia
"Sorrowful, yet always rejoicing"
Allen Odell's music aims to evoke that very description
through the combinations of lyrics, melodies, and rhythms that range from down-tempo, droney, and introspective to bright, quirky, and self-deprecating.
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