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Post by Josh on Aug 13, 2013 17:03:11 GMT -8
The new Daniel Amos album Dig Here, Said the Angel is amazing, after years of waiting! Check it out on www.danielamos.comThe predominate themes seem to be aging, death, suffering, resurrection, and the hope of heaven. Achingly beautiful at times, challenging toward a robust faith. A great companion for the dark parts of the journey.
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Post by Josh on Aug 19, 2013 0:22:47 GMT -8
Some favorite snatches of lyrics:
"There’s not a holy man who doesn’t know grief well Or think the road to heaven doesn’t pass through hell They’ve cried “Let me out” They’ve heard “No, not yet” They know before he danced Jesus wept"
"You’ve got your methods I was another one opposed to you You left me ruined on the inside Taught me love’s a wrecking crew But I’m still the problem And not some other person, place or thing So to hell with my excuses I’ve got no one else to blame
Love Grace & Mercy They shake me to the core Lift me higher than a kite then Leave me crawling on the floor
Love Grace & Mercy Now if you just say the word I will get exactly what I don’t deserve Oh no
You’ve got your methods I’m done with trying to guess all your moves I’m going where you want me to go I’ve got nothing left to lose Now I don’t wanna suffer But that’s in fact the nature of the beast If you want to get to higher ground You got to get there on your knees"
And
"I found your handprints on the pages of history I said your ways are past finding out ‘Cause you’re much too small if you’re not a Mystery So don’t send me rain if I bloom in drought No don’t send me certainty If somehow it’s best for me to doubt
In the days of the nail and nights of the lash In the season of the quake and the lightning flash You become a slight impression on a threadbare shroud While you hide yourself away somewhere behind a thundercloud And I won’t pray for certainty or faith that’s always free from doubt
‘Cause I’m inclined to thrive in misery When I’m kneeling in the garden of Gethsemane Yes I’m inclined to thrive in misery When I’m kneeling in the garden of Gethsemane Crying Oh Oh Oh My God, my God, have you forsaken me Or is this grace disguised as adversity?
My heartbeat is the pounding of your iron hand breaking me Who knows where this shattering love is taking me ‘Cause you’re much too small if you’re not a Mystery So don’t send me rain if I bloom in drought No don’t send me certainty if somehow it’s best for me to doubt"
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