Short Composition Practice

Song For The Happy

It has been a sick week at home. Going back to work tomorrow.

I don't usually do this but here's a breakdown of the song to aid in future memories.
Beginning - Happy, harmonious
Middle - Not too good, sick, ill
End - Peace again

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Why wip? Because everything's a wip for me.

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Psalm 1

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A song about praying for the small things.  Sorry for the poor sound quality- this was all recorded on my phone.

Lyrics:

Lord, should I pray to you for the trivial?
Lord, should I seek your ear for the mundane?
Oh, do I deign to know what you care for, what you don't,
Just how to use your name?

Do little whims deserve to be discarded?
Do petty worries mine concern the Lamb?
And how can Jesus King say to 'ask for anything?'
What can I say to the great I AM?

[Chorus]
Lord, why do you number all the hairs on my head?
And why do you look when sparrows fall?
If Love's so meticulous as daily bread,
Then I know that you will hear me-
Please be in the small.

It's easy to imagine you are with me
In worship or in 'spiritual' things,
But do you find your soil in my ordinary toil-
My hourly sores and stings?

I fear to pray for me, a selfish sinner,
Should selfishness in prayer obscure your face.
Let Father's love correct the stern coldness I expect
Let childlike faith lead me to your grace!

[Chorus]
Lord, why do you number all the hairs on my head?
And why do you look when sparrows fall?
If Love's so meticulous as daily bread,
Then I know that you will hear me-
Please be in the small.

There's troubles in the world far beyond me.
There's voices crying out for swift release,
Each one a fearful soul, wond'ring if they should be bold,
Or silent, hold their peace.

Cause all of them to quickly turn to you, Lord!
Your gentle whisper speaks of love divine.
Cast out their fears and walls, and when any of them falls,
Please hold their life like you're holding mine.

[Chorus]
Lord, why do you number all the hairs on my head?
And why do you look when sparrows fall?
If Love's so meticulous as daily bread,
Then I know that you will hear me when I say...

Lord, why do you number all the hairs on my head?
And why do you look when sparrows fall?
If Love's so meticulous as daily bread,
Then I know that you will hear me-
When I fall, Lord I know that you will hear me-
Through it all, Lord I know that you will hear me-
Please be in the small.

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