Luke 6:32-34 "If you love those who love you, what credit is that to you? For even sinners love those who love them. If you do good to those who do good to you, what credit is that to you? For even sinners do the same. If you lend to those from whom you hope to receive, what credit is that to you? Even sinners lend to sinners, to receive as much again."

Lyrics:

Do you love your friends?
Are you kind to them?
Do you lend a hand when they're in need?
If they need your couch
Do you help them out?
Do you pick them up from off their knees?

Even sinners do the same you realize
Even sinners do the same you realize
All those things you think so great, well
They hardly separate you from
The ones that you so fervently despise

Do you spare some change
for someone strange
who might not have a place to rest?
Have you learned their name
or absorbed their shame
or pondered the plight of helplessness?

Even sinners do the same you realize
Even sinners do the same you realize
All those things you think so great, well
They hardly separate you from
The ones that you so fervently despise

Do you love your kin?
Are you there for them?
Do you share your table and your home?
Do you shelter them
from the winter winds?
Do you let them in from out the cold?

Even sinners do the same you realize
Even sinners do the same you realize
All those things you think so great, well
They hardly separate you from
The ones that you so fervently despise
From the ones that you so fervently despise
From the ones that you so fervently despise

Even Sinners Do The Same (Demo)

I wrote this song a few months ago in response to the passing away of a friend. I think most people can relate to that. 

You laid dying in your bed
And I tried to play my part
As the cancer stole your head
But could not take your heart

You might be dead, but I know you're still alive
You might be dead, but I know you're still alive

I won't forget that day
That you showed up with that stone inside your throat
The one that would not go away
The one that would not let you go

You might be dead, but I know you're still alive
You might be dead, but I know you're still alive
You might be dead, but I know you're still alive
You might be dead, but I know you're still alive

'Cause the memories that I have, they don't change
And I'll tell stories to my kids about how brave you were
And as they grow they will know
That when faced with his own grave
Their Uncle Sam
He made a stand

You were only 23
When you gave us your bad news
Only two years younger than me
How on earth did God choose?

Uncle Sam

Days of Old (Demo)

Scratch track with the vocal, guitar and some percussion. Please record yourself singing along to this and send it to me at kyle.a.shevlin@gmail.com.

Silent Night - Pre Contrib

Here's a version of the Christmas classic - Silent Night. Big thanks to everyone who collaborated. Can't wait till the next time!

Silent Night

Hey folks! This hymn has been one of my favorites the last few years, I really enjoy playing it in 4/4 instead of the original 3/4. I put this together in a few hours the last few days, hope you enjoy!

Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

I decided to finish this song that has been sitting around for a long time today. I believe that the Church has ruined our image of the body. We've taken the neo-platonic culture of the Ancient Near East and Augustine's incredible fear of his body and turned our flesh into a source of shame when that which God made was good and beautiful. We need songs which espouse a positive theology regarding our bodies, so here is one!

Oh these corporeal created designs
With finite features sequestered in time
The gifts of our bodies these temples we dwell
Created for Eden now living in hell

"Flesh of my flesh and bone of my bones"
The eternal cry of each motherly groan
As fathers rejoice for the child that they've made
And lament not the body of ashes and clay

I see with my eyes and hear with my ears
I sing with my tongue of my hopes and my fears
If not for my skin then how would I feel
My hands touch the outcast, the broken and ill
My hands touch the outcast, the broken and ill

We have a body, a gift from the heavens
We won't despise it when it starts to fail
'Cause without a body how could we love a soul?
Without a body there's nothing to know

We confess with our tongues You're King of all kings
That through Him created everything
And yet with our bodies we clothe them in shame
So much for faith when facing the grave

Bodies (Demo)

Song #4 from my EP, Your Lies Will Dig Your Grave. Learn more about it at http://kyleshevlin.com

Their Smiles Are Telling Lies

Song #3 from my EP, Your Lies Will Dig Your Grave. Learn more about it at http://kyleshevlin.com

Mother, Mother

Song #2 from my EP, Your Lies Will Dig Your Grave. Learn more about it at http://kyleshevlin.com

The Way I'm Supposed to Cry

Title track from my new EP, Your Lies Will Dig Your Grave. Learn more about it at http://kyleshevlin.com

Your Lies Will Dig Your Grave

Kyle Shevlin is a singer/songwriter, producer and indie artist based in Portland, Oregon. His music is a potent blend of folk, Americana and poetry.

Kyle Shevlin

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