Dear Lord Throughout These Years

Live song, this came out of observations years ago, but it seems we keep finding the same patterns. This is a bit of a journal of a moment. And a nob to those that feel stuck in the middle. 

Mr. Newsman (Lyrics):

It takes me a bit
to get my courage going.  It’s night time in D.C., crowd gathers  on the streets and monuments There’s a talking head, talking everywhere  Yeah – hey there Mr. Newsman,  what you say? Yeah, the world seems pretty rough and the weather, it’s a changing


We got the poor knocking on the door of D.C, tonight . 
Hey there Mr. Newsman,  what you say? Hey there Mr. Newsman, how’s that change?  ‘Cause the people –  we all got out questions
And you just 
Talk on,
Talk on,
Talk on…
And divide us

Yeah, but the people want our change
We want our change.

So we got the poor,  knocking on the door,  of D.C. tonight.
And are you talk, talk, talking about it? I don’t think so.

The greatest weapon is division. 
Hey there Mr. Newsman,  what you say? You talk about they, them,  the other side

The greatest weapon is division.

We got the people We got the people  Yeah – the greatest weapon is division

We wanna talk about,  our differences
‘Cause we need a label for everyone 
Are you a him?
Are you a her?
Are you a left?
Are you a gone?
Are you a rich?
Are you poor?
Are your poor-er?
Are you the poorest?
Are you thin poorest of the poor?
 Oh what hue,  what color,  what tint,  is on your skin? 
And if you like a guy, 
But you don’t know what side,
And you live in the middle – Well what do we call you? 
Well we don’t have a label,
so you can’t have a place.

Yeah, you gotta choose your side.
Yeah, you gotta pick you label, if you wanna voice. 
You gotta pick your side,  if you wanna be a part of the words -
The words that we speak about,  If you wanna be a part of the change, 
Pick a label,  Pick a label and walk on by 
The greatest weapon is division.

Mr. Newsman

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Consecrated One (with Zach Miner)

Take time to behold Him

Lord Jesus Christ, Our Heart Feels Sweet

Philippians 4:11-12 (+ 13)

(Written by Jacob Freeman)

1
He bears the whole universe;
He can bear my little heart;
The image of the Invisible,
Revealing all God’s heart.
All things cohere, subsist in Him,
The Holding Center, Keeper strong.
The universe His worth proclaims:
Christ as reality, its song.

2
Through His Word, all things have life;
Everything, of Him, to Him;
And in the heavens now, He stands
Lord of Lords, King of Kings.
In Him we live, in Him we move;
In Him we are, have life and breath.
In wisdom great He metes the earth,
Apportions each their hill and heath.

3
This One and I—unified,
Mingled and incorporate—
He bears me in His mighty hand—
On Him my hope is set.
The universe in which I live
Is sometimes turbulent with storm,
But all I wish to see therein—
His mighty, lovely, lordly form.

The Holding Center (Lyrics by Jacob)

https://soundcloud.com/daric-zhou

John 7:38
Believe into me (As the Scripture said)
Believe into me (As the Scripture said)
If you (If you)
Believe (believe) 
Believe into me 
Out of your innermost 
Out of your innermost being
Shall flow rivers of 
Living water 
Shall flow rivers of 
Living water 
Shall flow rivers of 
Living water

Now On the Last Day + John 7:38

1.
As the world rushes on,
I’m reminded of Thee.
Though time passes away,
There’s eternity in me.

Now nothing ’neath the sun,
But Thou and Thou alone,
Can satisfy my heart.
Things temp’ral will not do;
I’d things above pursue;
Eternal One, Thou art.

2.
Priceless ’tis, now I see,
To spend time seeking Thee.
Time is precious to me,
Limited in quantity.

Lord, I just want to spend
My time with only Thee,
For Thou art worthy Lord.
I’d every moment seize,
Not one spent without Thee,
But with my love, my Lord.

3.
How can I spend my time
That it’d be valuable,
Thousand-fold multiplied,
Ever our memorial?

I’d rather spend a day,
With Thee and with Thy saints,
Than thousand days away.
One thing, that do I seek,
To dwell within Thy house
Beholding Thee always.

4.
New beginning I ask.
All my heart, capture more;
All my time, spent with Thee;
All my days, on Thee outpoured.

The time, may I redeem,
From many wasted days,
From wand’ring aimlessly.
More time I cannot waste;
Thou long didst wait for me,
To turn my being to Thee.

Upper room records

As the world rushes on

A man's steps are ordered by Jehovah;
How then can a man understand his own way?
How then can a man understand his own way?

The spirit of man is the lamp of Jehovah, 
Searching all the innermost parts of the inner being.

For who among men knows the things, 
Who knows the things of men, except the spirit of man,
The spirit of man which is within him?

The Holding Center (Lyrics by Jacob)

The Verns