24 April 2009

Oren Lavie - Her Morning Elegance



Sun been down for days
A pretty flower in a vase
A slipper by the fireplace
A cello lying in its case

Soon she’s down the stairs
Her morning elegance she wears
The sound of water makes her dream
Awoken by a cloud of steam
She pours a daydream in a cup
A spoon of sugar sweetens up

And she fights for her life
as she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
as it pours
And she fights for her life
as she goes in a store
with a thought she has caught
by a thread
she pays for the bread
and she goes…
Nobody knows

Sun been down for days
A winter melody she plays
The thunder makes her contemplate
She hears a noise behind the gate
Perhaps a letter with a dove
Perhaps a stranger she could love

And she fights for her life
as she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
as it pours
And she fights for her life
as she goes in a store
with a thought she has caught
by a thread
she pays for the bread
and she goes…
Nobody knows

And she fights for her life
as she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
as it pours
And she fights for her life
as she goes in a store
where the people are pleasantly
strange
and counting the
change
as she goes…
Nobody knows

12 April 2009

Easter Sunday

Luke 24:13-35
How is it that You, Oh God, could save me? I am so unworthy of your sacrifice.
How is it that You, Oh God, could redeem a broken world? We are so unworthy of your gift.
You have risen and I am saved. You have risen and we are saved.
You are here.

And yet.

I forget too often. I fail to recognize You when You are standing right in front of me.
I do not see that You have risen from death; You are alive; that You are walking with me.
My spirit is downcast within me as I search for You.
You are here.

And yet.

You pursue me.
You come to the road I am wandering down and ask why I am lost; why I am in despair.
I am lost and without hope, for what I had faith in seems to have been destroyed.
You are here.

And yet.

You did it for me.
You died for me.
You rose for me.
Your death is my life.
Thank you does not seem to be enough.

Jesus Paid It All
I hear the Savior say, thy strength indeed is small,
Child of weakness watch and pray,
Find in me thine all and all.

Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe.
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.

And now indeed I find,
Thy power and thine alone,
Can change the leper’s spots,
And melt the heart of stone.

Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe.
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.

It’s washed away.
All my sin,
And all my shame.

Lord when before the throne,
I stand in Him complete,
Jesus died my soul to save,
My lips shall still repeat.

Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe.
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.

Oh praise the One who paid my debt,
And raised this life up from the dead.

Jesus, Jesus.
You’re the One. You’re the One.

The Conqueror of death.
The King if Kings.
Sacrificial Lamb.

Oh praise the One who paid my debt,
And raised this life up from the dead.
Jesus.