album playing: clear to venus _andrew peterson

Andrew Peterson is such an honest guy. His lyrics reveal the truths of the world, of the human soul, and leave them staring blankly into your eyes. His songs lead us into a visual journey into the lives of David, the prodigal son, even the lost penny that was lost and then found. There is not a least bit of hesitation in sharing his frustration, his unbelief (at times), his drowning in the well, his loss of conscience....for he says "And i write songs, these songs i sing, i'd have none if not for Him. And i know whence came the tunes, Because Jesus made the roses, Jesus made the roses bloom" in his song 'mary picked the roses".

There is a certain child-likeness in AP, and coupled with the occasional tooney tunes and his clear, unrestrained, folksy and abit nasal voice (somehow suits his songs perfectly), bring out the Truth in his own soul, and indeed joy in his faith. :>

i want to stand my ground unshaken,
but i want to tremble when i kneel.
And let my song remain unbroken
through the tears


I especially like the song 'why walk when you can fly'; it sounds especially poetic to me.
In this world there's a whole lot of trouble, baby
In this world there's a whole lot of pain
In this world there's a whole lot of trouble
But a whole lot of ground to gain

Why take when you could be giving?
Why watch as the world goes by?
It's a long enough life to be living
Why walk when you can fly?

In this world there's a whole lot of sorrow
In this world there's a whole lot of shame
In this world there's a whole lot of sorrow
But a whole lot of ground to gain

When you spend your whole life wishing
Watching and wondering why
It's a hard enough life to be living
Why walk when you can fly?

In this world there's a whole lot of golden
In this world there's a whole lot of plain
In this world you've a soul for a compass
And a heart for a pair of wings
There's a star on the far horizon
Rising bright in an azure sky
But with the rest of the time you've been given
Why walk when you can fly
High
High


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Thank you for those tears of intercession Father, just now as i played on my 'banjo' on the bed, and prayed for your gals. For even though i know you already know my every thought and feeling before i tell you, i receive strength through merely telling them to you, and lifting them onto your hands. Come build an altar unto the Lord, dear daughters of God. Return to worship, and hear His word. And we will touch the Holy Presence of our God.

And yesh, thank you Father for bringing me through the past year since my baptism exactly a year ago! Phew, do not know how i can ever live without You. *Hug*