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Prologue
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So many new places / We jet, we surf, leave traces / We look for direction / Without a home // So many ambitions / We strive, attain, seek vision / We seek for perfection / Without a goal // For forever our hunger / We cure, insure, make younger / We seek resurrection / Without a hope
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Autumn Leaves
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Autumn leaves are dancing samba through the air / Splashing red, orange, yellow on me / And they’re dancing while a rainy grave is waiting / Clouds are towering over me and yet I see / The noon-time blue cut through / How the sky now seems to try to touch the mountains
On this autumn day / Stirs up a yearning to discover new ways / On this autumn day / The old is dying, the new is coming my way
Old convictions wander through my mind and I find / They’re travelling out of reach / And I find I lack the strength to grasp and hold them / I breathe the air I see the changes all around me / How a new season is advancing / And abandoned like the leaves I join the dancing
On this autumn day…
Old convictions wander through my mind and I find / They’re travelling out of reach / And I find I lack the strength to grasp and hold them / And I find I need your love to warm and hold me / How I need your love, O Lord, to warm and hold me
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Choices
04:04
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What if she walked out from the pages of a glossy magazine / What if she walked into my room / With her long legs / And her bright smile / And a skin so smooth it begs me to be touched / Would I take her? // But how could I look my girl in the eye? / She’s stood by me through the lows and through the highs / She’s shown me love that’s so much more... / Than hormones and the tickle of a fairground ride
What if I won ten million pounds tomorrow unexpectedly / What if they whispered countless dreams / Of a fast car / And a big house / And the lure of no more work - never again / Would I take it? //
But how could I look those youths in the eye / We washed their feet on the kerbs where they survive another night / On streets that weigh their lives with bullets / And comfort’s in the glue they sniff to numb the pain
What if I had the chance to make my mark on pop idolatry / What if a billion knew my name? / Every word said / And what I do / Could be seen and heard in hotels and in hovels / Would I take it? // But how could I look my Jesus in the eye? / He’s stood by me in my failures and my fights / Washes my feet and bears my pain / Receives the nails for all the wrong choices that I will make / Receives the nails for all the wrong choices that I have made
What if she walked out from the pages of a glossy magazine / What if she walked into your room
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New Songs
04:52
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The song of creation: And God saw it was good / The song of a sunrise –
each morning God’s mercies are new / The song of the rainbow: God is faithful and true / These are the songs we sing
The song of a new life when a baby is born / The song of tender love in a mother’s eyes / The song of eternal hope when a faithful friend dies / These are the songs we sing
New songs, new songs we sing / Old are the tunes /
But when played on a new string they are / New songs, new songs we sing / Never told, never heard, never played / Never sung before
The song of deliverance, the song of the cross / The song of a Father’s love, song of painful loss / The song of freedom sung for 2000 years / And yet so fresh when a new child of God sings
New songs, new songs we sing…
The song of the hurting, the song of the weak / The song of the lonely who dare not speak / For themselves, when we listen and we seek / To understand the new songs they sing
Then new songs, new songs they sing / Sing them out, make them heard
They need our voice so that more ears can listen to those / New songs, new songs they sing / Never told, never heard, never played / Never sung before
New songs, new songs we sing / Don’t let them tell you they’ve been sung before / ‘Cause it’s you who is singing them, those / New songs, new songs we sing / Never told, never heard, never played /
Never sung before
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She is Mine
04:16
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I saw a face today / It stood out from the crowd, it sent out rays of light / I could not turn away / Like a moth I was drawn and then her gaze met mine / And it looked in my heart, it seemed to pierce my soul / I felt confusion, joy, elation, fear, all at the same time – but...
She is mine, yes, mine / There is no reason or rhyme / Why she’d choose to live with me / A heap of quirks such as I am / It’s so utterly glorious, inexpressibly fine / That she is mine ... for the rest of our time here
I heard a voice today / It rang out like a bell, made me a Sunday child / She calls my name and I / Know I’m known by that sound, loved, understood, untied / And it chimes in my heart, it seems to pierce my soul / I feel confusion, joy, elation, fear all at the same time – but…
She is mine…
I felt a touch today / It was gentle and firm, two hands enclosing mine / Held by a greater hand / We walk into the future, with our lives entwined / And she touches my heart, she seems to pierce my soul / I feel confusion, joy, elation, pride all at the same time – that…
She is mine...
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Wide Open Space
04:48
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Don’t want to be a one-trick pony / A circus clown with just one skit / Don’t want to pull the blinds against the sun / My cushions get bleached - so be it / Don’t want to spend my life on roundabouts / Just to make sure I don’t go wrong / I want to take this life, unwrap the gift / God, I am free, yet I belong
You give me / Wide open space where I can run / Mountains to climb towards the sun / Play with the wind, dive ocean deep / Yet you never lose sight of me
Don’t want to play the same old tune again / Just ‘cause I know people applaud / Don’t want to hide my pain behind a grin / Call me a wimp, but not a fraud / Don’t want to run from people’s misery / And just pretend nothing is wrong / I want to share this life with family / God, I am free, yet I belong
You give me…
Don’t want to spout time-honoured trivia / Just ‘cause I learnt them as a child / Don’t want to wear that boring coat again / I’ll get a new one, bright and wild / Don’t want to whitewash this old tomb again / I know I’m crumbling, yet I breathe / Don’t want to end my life a Pharisee / God, I belong, yet I am free
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Praise You
04:46
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I was tossed about by winds of deep uncertainty / nearly drowning in a sea of melancholy grief / wishing, yearning, craving for the people, places, things of the past… / I was weighed down by my faults and inconsistencies / and the self-made prison bars were closing in on me / then a ray of light broke through / and the echo of a tune: “Free at last!”
In the dry lands of our soul let the freedom thunder roll / in the darkness of our days shine your light so we can // praise you, every minute of my day / I want to praise you, let the dark clouds roll away / I want to understand more deeply / How you freed me from ungrace / I want to praise … praise you!
How we strive to be the saints we’re not but think should be / to succeed in this game of holy monopoly / How we fail to just surrender and receive – amazing grace… / And the servant on the cross, He pleads: “Come back to me…” / And the Spirit’s still, small voice whispers: “He set you free…” / I rejoice in my release, Lord, I celebrate your … life and peace!
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Lord of Heaven and Earth
03:36
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Lord of heav’n and earth / All of creation whispers: You are God / See my fickle heart / And how at times the darkness tries to rob / All that Im convinced of: Your beauty, your love and power / Come, let your light shine once more
Lord Immanuel / You came so close to show the Fathers heart / Yet my feelings stray / Away from you to choose a strangers part / How you run to greet me, to kiss me, your wayward child / Embrace this prodigal once more
Lord of wind and fire / Your breath has touched my life and lit a flame / Yet at times it seems / That only lead is flowing through my veins / Heavy heart makes mouth too dumb to confess your name / Spirit, surprise me, with power
Lord of life and death / When earthly time runs out, my limbs grow lame / Let my final breath / Proclaim your faithfulness and speak your name / Should the liar cripple my faith in eternal life / Then let your truth set me free
Lord of earth and heav’n / In this dim shadowland I do believe / I will see you face / To face and all my doubts will fade away / When your light consumes me, I drink in the Fathers voice: / “My faithful servant well done! / My faithful servant my son!”
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My Grandpa Never Spoke
03:28
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My grandpa never spoke when he came back from Adolfʼs war / So no-one knew his story when he died / He gave the cows a hiding when the voices wanted out / But I wonder: / Could he have spoken if heʼd tried?
My friend arrived at midnight - we were merry, he was drunk / We were partying, he sought refuge from his ghosts / He died a few years later from the dust that cursed his mind / And I wonder: / Could he have changed if he had tried?
Her eyes beg him to stop as he spills out his acrid bile / Another tug to tear apart their lives / At night he cries for mercy to the God who knows his guts / And I wonder: / Can he stay calm next time he tries?
You ask about resolutions for this brand-new year ahead / By God Iʼve rags to burn, new clothes to try / We bait, we trick, we coax our souls / refine our worthy list of goals / I wonder: / Will this old Adam ever die?
(In memoriam David L. // Colossians 3:1-14)
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To Satisfy
03:19
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To satisfy the crowd you died / They flogged you, mocked you / “Hail the king” they cried / The masses chanted: “Crucify!” / To satisfy the blinded crowd you died
To satisfy your father’s will / You breathe your last upon Golgotha hill / Utmost forsakenness you feel / To satisfy a loving father’s will
To satisfy my hungry soul / My God becomes a servant for us all / Your life is crushed to make me whole / To satisfy my hungry heart and soul
To satisfy your will I pray / That you – not I – may shape my life each day / That never such great love I doubt / And never aim to satisfy the crowd
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Jesus, wohin soll’n wir geh’n / Du hast Worte des ewigen Lebens / Jesus, wem soll’n wir vertrau’n / Dein Wort ist Wahrheit und Licht
Und wir haben geglaubt: Du bist Christus, der Herr / Wir vertrauen Dir, dass Du uns hinziehst zu Dir
Jesus, to whom shall we go /
You have the words of life eternal / Jesus, in whom shall we trust / Your word is light, life and truth
We believe and we know: You are God’s Holy One / You’re the bread come from heaven, we be-long to you, Lord Jesus
(John 6:68-69)
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King
04:38
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King in the feeding trough, You give up heaven’s splendour for the manger – that heav’n can come to me / You say: If I’m not willing to surrender all I am and have, Your heav’n I cannot see
Servant and God / You give Your life away for those you love / Sinners like me / Your nail marks set me free / Servant and Lord, You give to me new life / That lasts into eternity / Make Your mark on me / Make Your mark in me
King with towel, You kneel down before me and You wash my feet – ashamed I cry: “Not me!” / You say: If You don’t wash me clean I cannot join the kingdom feast – then wash me, Lord, wash me!
Servant and God…
King with cross-beam, You are wounded, beaten, the sinless God so punished. My Lord, how can this be? / You say: If I don’t die Your death then I cannot rise up with You. So take my life, take me!
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You Are There
03:44
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If I flew to the stars / Roamed the universe / If I hid on the dark side of the moon you’d still be there / If I said to the night: “Lend me your cloak and hide me” / Even there you would find me, shine your light / Consume the darkness / You would call – call my name
You’d be there, everywhere / And you’d know my thoughts from far away / Every hair you count, every prayer you hear / Every breath I take – you’re there
You’re the artist who painted me / You’re the God who created me / Both my body and soul they are so marvellously made / You know every bone, like a sculpture you honed me / Like an author you choose each phrase / And write my book of life / And you call me by name
You are there, everywhere / And you know my thoughts from far away / Every hair you count, every prayer you hear / Every breath I take – you’re there
And when I walk through valleys / When death poisons my soul / Yet I will fear no evil / ‘Cause you know me by name
(Psalms 139 and 23)
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Silver Moon
05:13
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The silver moon is rising / The golden stars are praising / Their maker in the skies / The woods wear dark disguises / And from the meadows rises / The mist so white as daylight dies
The solemn night is waking / And evening’s shroud is making / Our world so beautiful / Come let it wrap your sorrow / To rest until tomorrow / The night will soothe it, soft and cool
See, as the moon is growing / One half is only showing / And yet it is complete / So much is far beyond us / We do not grasp God’s wonders / because our minds, our eyes us cheat
Presuming we are winners / We’re truly wretched sinners / And know so little here / So many lofty dreamers / Aspire to redeem us / But from the narrow path us steer
God, show us your salvation / Be our strong foundation / From vanity us keep / From pride and greed awake us / Like little children make us / With joy and with a faith so deep
And in our final hour / When withered is life’s flower / Give us a gentle death / You are the Lord who made us / When in the grave they’ve laid us / Breathe on us with eternal breath
So, rest then, friends and neighbours / Commit to God your labours / The evening breeze is cold / From danger, Lord, defend us / And peaceful sleep now send us / You are our refuge, God of old.
(German words: Matthias Claudius 1779, English translation: Christoph Lindner, music: J A P Schulz 1790, public domain)
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Christoph Lindner London, UK
Christoph and Edda moved to the UK in 2000 - initially for three years but have stayed ever since! Christoph loves music,
travelling, walking, food, all things Apple and ... God.
He now is a vicar in a church just outside London, and sill writes / makes / records / plays music as much as he can.
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