new song

i like reading the psalms, and yesterday read psalm 33 that starts with an encouragement to 'sing a new song'. it's a theme throughout scripture to write, play, sing, shout, dance, and make music to God. so i finished up a tune i started writing in february, and though it's not well recorded and i feel a little 'eh' about putting it out there, i'd rather share it than not. hopefully you'll connect with it in some way.



lyrics:::Never Be the Same

i can't go back to how things used to be
there's a calling on my soul that won't give in
this is how i know things have to be
there's a burning in my bones that must believe

and i know, yes i know
all my life i've heard the call

it's time to go, it's time to leave
i can't go back to who i was and used to be
it's time to risk, to take a leap
and i know i will never be the same again

every step i take is bittersweet
i can see the end beginning a new day
and i know, i know this has to be
there's a passion in my core awakening

and i know, yes i know
all my life i've heard the call

it's time to go, it's time to leave
i can't go back to who i was and used to be
it's time to risk, to take a leap
and i know i will never be the same again

there's a silence thundering
there's a born oblivion
there's a knowing i can't understand
and i will never be the same again

2 comments:

Patty said...

For some time now I have remained a lurker who has hidden in the shadows. Reading is far easier than commenting; however, twice now you have given me real reason to pause. It seems these very words have been clawing out from the depths within me for months now. Knowing I was created for a purpose, intended for a greatness I can never fathom, has both fueled me and frightened me. It has driven me to question, to learn, to grow. He has set before me a path. And although Jeremiah has often reminded me there is great joy and comfort in knowing I am loved with such an intense desire, I can't help but have some trepidation regarding my unknown. In those moments when I fear and question what I cannot see before me, when the risk seems daunting, I have learned to rest into His arms which support me in my weakness. He continues to be patient with me. Sometimes the leap seems to cross a chasm so deep and wide that the view can feel paralyzing. Leaving what I know is bittersweet indeed! But just as a potter works his clay, transforming it into something purposeful, it still requires a fire to give it strength and set a glaze that makes it shine. So too will my potter mold me and set a "burning in my bones" to strengthen me and give me a reason to shine with His glory.

Elizabeth said...

I really really really liked it! :) But, then again, I usually really like your stuff!

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