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2007 |
1. | Further Proof (Studio Live) |
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4. | No More Faith (Strings / Piano / Dulcimer) |
5. | Sun On The Moon (Live) |
6. | Dreams (Demo) |
7. | Long, Long Ago |
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Further Proof (Studio Live) |
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Over my head Andrew peterson
She was a fine theologian who passed for a pope And she never ever was able to say That she wanted no more of the bishops and the boards What she needed was a good man for a day So she wept in her chambers and burned like a flame For a man by the name of sir 'next dope who came in the room'
She said, i'm in over my, over my, over my head If they knew i was nothing but gold plated lead They'd stone me, dethrone me and leave me for dead I'm in over my, over my head
Well the bishop from thames had a bloody good name And was a good looking devil to boot So when he showed up that evening for the annual meeting With the pope that he thought that he knew Understandably stunned that the pope was a nun The bishop initially started to run But their meetings were frequent and secretly done And she told him that a baby would come
He said, i'm in over my, over my, over my head If they knew i was nothing but gold plated lead They'd stone me, dethrone me and leave me for dead I'm in over my, over my head I'm in over my, over my head
Well i live in nashvegas and i sing and i play And everybody thinks that i write my own There's a fellow named guido who lives in encino Who wrote every song that i know Well, he sends mp3s for a nominal fee And i sing 'em, and play 'em, and tell 'em it's me
I'm in over my, over my, over my head If they knew i was nothing but gold plated lead They'd stone me, disown me and leave me for dead I'm in over my, over my head I'm in over my, over my head
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This is not another song about the mountains,
except about how hard they are to move.
Have you ever stood before them
Like a mustard seed that's waiting for some proof.
I say faith is a burden, it's a weight to bear.
It's brave and bittersweet.
And hope is hard to hold to
Lord I believe, only help my unbelief.
Till there's no more faith and no more hope,
I'll see your face and Lord I'll know That only love remains.
Have you ever heard that Jesus is the answer?
Or thought about the many doubts you hide?
Have you wondered how He loves you?
If He really knows how dark you are inside?
I say faith is a burden, it's a weight to bear.
It's brave and bittersweet.
And hope is hard to hold to
Lord I believe, only help my unbelief.
Till there's no more faith and no more hope,
I'll see your face and Lord I'll know
There's no more faith, there's no more hope.
I'll sing your praise and let them go cause only love
Only Your love remains
So I will drive these roads in thunder and in rain
And I will sing your song at the top of my lungs
And I will praise you dear Lord in glory and in pain.
And I will follow you till this race is won
And I will drive these roads till this motor won't run
And I will sing your song from sea to shining sea
And I will praise you Lord till your Kingdom comes
And I will follow were You lead.
Till there's no more faith and no more hope,
I'll see your face and Lord I'll know
There's no more faith, there's no more hope.
I'll sing your praise and let them go...
Cause only love, Only Your love remains
Only love...
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Daniel hollered goodbye to the old river barge
With a dream in his head and a bride in his arms
Everyone said, "You're crazy:
But everyone longed to go
So from Memphis to Lakeport my grandfather came
Six girls and a boy grew up in that Florida rain
They were carried along like leaves on a river of faith
They'd float
All the way home
They followed the tracks that the saints have trod
By the grace of God
They walked in the rain of His mercy
Let it soak them down to the bone
And they splashed in its puddles
And danced in its streams as they'd go
And, oh, they walked in the rain of His mercy
All the way home
I have slept in the house where my mother was born
And I've seen the sun set on the lake that gave birth to those storms
Well, they may not have walked on water
But I know that their house stood firm
All the way home
They followed the tracks that the saints have trod
By the grace of God
They walked in the rain of His mercy
Let it soak them down to the bone
And they splashed in its puddles
And danced in its streams as they'd go
And, oh, they walked in the rain of His mercy
When they sat in their home
When they walked along the road
When they slept and when they rose
The words of the Lord were impressed on their minds
And after all this time
I'm carried along like a leaf on a river of faith
And I'll float
All the way home
Yes, I'll follow the tracks that the saints have trod
By the grace of God
I'll walk in the rain of His mercy
Let it soak me down to the bone
And I'll splash in its puddles
And dance in its streams as I go
And, Lord, I'll walk in the rain of Your mercy
All the way home
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