"Courage" by Tiffany Thorpe, January 2019

You can't hear me
With your fingers in your ears.
You want silence
You can't bear to face your fears.

Your words are your weapon
So is your theology.
Your Bible's a sword
I've seen you use it on the weak.

But we are not afraid, we're not afraid of you.

You can't see me
You pretend that I'm not here
You use violence
You control us with our fears.

If words are your message,
Then where is reality?
If your Bible's a sword 
You've got it elbows deep in me.

But I am not afraid, I'm not afraid of you anymore.

You told me I'm broken,
That I am unstable.
You said I have nothing 
To bring to the table.
You worked for my trust,
Then you cut me off.

You questioned my faith
To keep me in place.
You chose to ignore me,
You tried to control me.

But I've nothing to lose
Because it's already lost.

I am not afraid, I'm not afraid of you.

Courage

“Easier” by Tiffany Thorpe, May 2020

Sometimes it feels safer being alone.
Sometimes it feels easier being alone.

But I know you love me,
And I know you want me.

Sometimes it’s familiar being alone.

But I know I love you,
And I know I want you.

Easier

"Germination"
by Tiffany Thorpe, 2020

Open your eyes,
See the day is new,
Arise, the sun is calling for you.

Keep your focus forward, 
Keep your eyes looking ahead.
Just because you're buried 
Doesn't mean that you are dead.

Satisfy your thirst,
Let your roots keep reaching down.
Reach for upward warmth
And you will break right through the ground.

Don't hear what they say,
Keep your laser focus
On the possibilities ahead.
Release into this new day.

Let go of the hull:
What once meant shelter has become restraint.

Germination

"Is This Love?"

Everything has changed.
My lips can barely pray
or speak Your name.
But they all seem the same.
They go about their days
Dispensing shame.

And I'm over here wondering where You are.
I'm way out here wondering who You are.

God, my Father?
God, my Mother?
Is this love?

Everything feels strange.
I think about the way I seem untamed.
But how do I explain
I haven't gone astray?
I overcame.

I'm over here wondering where You are.
I'm way out here wondering who You are.

God, my Father?
God, my Mother?
Is this love?
Is this love?
I'm outside the fold, it's lonely, it's cold.
Is this love?

I just want to reclaim
That simple sense of faith within my frame.
But how do I rename
This changing ball of clay 
Aglow in flames?

God, my Father?
God, my Mother?
Is this love?
Is this love?
The force of this fire ignited my desire.
Is this love?

Is This Love?

"So Accustomed"
By Tiffany Thorpe

Have we become so accustomed to preaching
that we neglect the holiness of listening?

Have we become so accustomed to solving
at the expense of the sacredness of presence?

Gathering, forgetting quietness.
Leading and shirking guidance.
Solving and losing presence.
Preaching, forgetting listening.

Have we become so accustomed?

Have we become so accustomed to doing
that we reject the mystery of being?

So Accustomed

Let me give you some material
For your Sunday morning stand-up show.
Maybe I really am insane, why did I engage?
Keep expecting you to change.

Where were you when I was down?
You just stood there and watched me drown.
Inaction is still an action, it's complicity.
There is still responsibility.

I've got anger in my bones.
In my body, in my blood.
My blood's rushing
My heart's pounding
My hands shaking
My face burning.
I can't stop this rage.

And I will wrestle with you 'til you break my hip,
'til you make me limp.
And I've been numb for so long
Need to know that you're real.
If I'm angry at least I can feel.

Sunday Standup

Classical singer leading a double life writing non-classical songs.

My original music focuses on long and lush vocal lines with simple and elegant instrumental accompaniment.

Tiffany Thorpe

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