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| Heres an song I wrote about a year ago. It outlines the thought of God
singing to me. Its a view that I had never really thought of
and as a songwriter it was very powerful to me. God using the same
melody that he infused into my being, that's amazing, almost like a
lullaby that draws his child into his ever calming grace.
These past few years, these ups and downs.
these past few years, I know I've let everyone down.
I've rushed whole lifetimes, grown up too fast,
the joy of a child I long to have
the faith of a child I long to have
But I can hear you whispering to me,
I can hear you singing this to me....
And you sing come my child,
come home to me
and you sing rest in my arms,
are you hungry, are you thirsty , my child
My biggest harm has been my self,
my selfish suicide for unclaimed wealth,
my unrighteous wanderings,
have left me afar,
I come back ugly, beaten and marred
I come back ugly, beaten and marred
But I can hear you whispering to me,
I can hear you singing this to me....
And you sing come my child,
come home to me
and you sing rest in my arms,
are you hungry, are you thirsty , my child
come rest your head on chest,
is what you sing to me, is what you sing to me
come rest your self in my love,
is what you sing to me.
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I've made this new blog for many reasons, 1. I need a place to vent and seek encouragement, 2. I need a place to grow my writing skills, and 3. In my busy life I need something to be consistent in.
I am a songwriter. There, I said it. Those are three of the hardest words I have ever
had to admit. /I know/ it sounds crazy, but the weight that comes along with
those words is immense. When I hear the words, “I am a songwriter”, I think,
“oh, they must be good, they must have profound ways of telling people how they
feel.” In my mind there has always been a difference in someway between the guy
in the going nowhere band and a songwriter. I always placed my self with the
first of those two. Coming to the point of realizing what I have been gifted
with has been very nerve grinding in the fact that, I have been given a skill
that can be used to impact so many people for better or worse. I have for too
long felt very inadequate because I have such of a hard time writing lyrics. I
feel like I have so much to say about life, religion, pain, sex, and heart
matters, although too often I am silenced by the shadow of another writer or
silenced by my own fear. It has gripped me for so long, this longing for
someone to listen to what I write and think, “wow, that really helped me.” I am
a songwriter. I must remember this. It is built into my being, to convey truth through
melody, but if my words are not accepted then I feel as though I am not
accepted.
With all of this said, I feel like writing a song….
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