1. |
Eyes Open
01:16
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Look out into the world
Do you see what I see?
Reach out and touch the world
Can you feel what I feel?
These eyes are open
These eyes are open
These eyes are open
Our eyes are open
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2. |
Hot Coals
01:32
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My words are dirt
And I’m not who you think I am
The outward me
Just a mask that I’m living in
Trying so hard for transparency
But I’m hiding my sins, my shame
My righteousness just another blasphemy
Nowhere I can shift the blame
The scandal of our sin is matched
By grace undeserved, unearned
Wretches we are, yet we’re bought in blood
Lifted from filth immersed
The furious fire consuming our sin
Is the only thing I will boast
Repentance my life, repentance my core
I’m captive to shame no more
Hot coals, hot coals, hot coals, on my soul
Hot coals, on my soul
No righteousness to speak of
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3. |
Halfway House
01:59
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We took you into our house
With open arms and high hopes
We took you into our lives
In return you spit us out
They say a leopard can't change its spots
And we were fools for taking a chance
We'd be the ones justified
To hold you in contempt
But we are called to be more
Than circumstances would allow for
It's not an easy choice to make
To love when you feel so betrayed
But it's another tragedy
To turn cold in the face of pain
I will open this heart again
I will take a risk
Let go the hate and hope again
I choose to truly live
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4. |
Kingdom
03:25
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If I ever judge you from an ivory tower
Pull it down around my ears and walk away
Pick me out from this place of shame
When I'm ready to admit I went astray
From the calling of this life of love
To walk in the bathing light of grace
If I set myself up as the king of this clergy
I deserve nothing more than to fall on my face
We built a Kingdom
But who's the King?
We ruled a Kingdom
Now it's empty
I stand behind those who live their lives
No lights to their names, just being true
Never wanting power for themselves
Just seeking to follow the King of the Jews
Without the trappings of exalting the House
Or seeking adoration of the masses
You are the true Saints, humble servants
Who bring hope in an age of Liturgical excess
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5. |
Deserving
01:45
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You think you know the lives of others
Elevate yourself through cultural blinders
Their struggles unnoticed, condemned the same
Stained by your contempt
Multitudes born into poverty
Deserve more than the status quo
We preach when we claim our blessings
Consigning them to our dregs
It’s an arrogant cancer
I would rip from your soul
If only I had the means to
Let no man ever tell you
That wealth equals worth
Let no man ever sell you
A position they deserve
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6. |
HRT
03:44
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(This song takes its title from a chapter of CS Lewis' book Miracles: a preliminary study)
Speak of men sitting on thrones in the sky
And zombies like that’s a guilty sentence
For people who may not have the words
But are very aware of the basic concepts
Talk of defences based on a turn of phrase
And allegories serve to backtrack to old thought
But the mental images they’ve called juvenile
Aren’t even the things the faithful care for
Horrid red things
In their heads
Try to tell me
Where I stand
Think pearly gates
Are everything
That’s not my faith
Just imagery
Caught in imagery, word-smithery
Thoughts of flowing beards and pearly gates
Thinking that this is the crux of doctrine
Let the metaphor replace the real thing
But that is the centre of nothing
And you’re dodging the issue completely
An exercise in futility
To critique based solely on imagery
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7. |
These Eyes Have Seen
01:20
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8. |
Foolish Things
01:41
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Living a theorised life
Craving the favour of man
A massive chip upon my shoulder
A need to prove how smart I am
Living a theorised life
Craving the favour of man
Condemning those less capable
Consumed in my own arrogance
Can I say, an honest word?
Until my heart, can bleed for those
That everyone, would mock and scorn
Ashamed that I, have judged them too
Can I say, an honest word?
Until my heart, can bleed for those
That everyone, would mock and scorn
Ashamed that I, have judged them too
Painfully it comes to me
That I threw simple truth away
And honestly it sickens me
My intellectual snobbery
Painfully it comes to me
That I threw simple truth away
When I try to impress the crowds
I’m shamed by simple purity
Foolish things, to shame the wise\
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9. |
Vengeful Generation
02:39
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Instead of treading carefully
All that anger clouds over your eyes
Ill-thought choices of a wounded heart
Taking solace between a stranger's thighs
We're a generation of vengeful lovers
Playing games with hearts and minds
All the hurt we carry from broken romance
Leaves us twisted, rebuilding our lives
Mourning- we're mourning
The ones that walked away
Mourning- we're mourning
We're holding onto our pain
I pray we'll see this for what it is
A painkiller to get through the night
The rebound lovers to numb the pain
Just the same thing time after time
We're adults playing childish ways
Forgiveness so far from our minds
Jumping from one to another
A cycle that never satisfies
Mourning- we're mourning
The ones that walked away
Mourning- we're mourning
We're holding onto our pain
Finding - we're finding
Grace in midst of the loss
Finding - we're finding
The forgiveness that comes with no cost
It's how we treat them
It's now we hurt them
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