I stood inside an empty room
A silent bed and a chair.
A table and a darkened lamp
Was all that witnessed me there.
The pillows held the secrets
Of the softly uttered prayers,
And absorbed with love and tenderness
My silent, fallen tears.
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The trappings of it’s better days
Now fading away in the Sun.
Which has warmed it’s walls, with gentle rays
Sweet and soft the memories of love.
The spirit lingers quietly
As my memories reframe,
To most it’s just an empty room
But to me it’s not the same.


In the silence of the vacuum of
This lowly but perfect private place.
Brings to mind the times of happiness
Which time itself cannot erase.
That which went up from this chamber
Though now it seems, there’s nothing here,
Will be reserved, in Heavenly quarters
When rooms for time has disappeared.

Refrain:
There is nothing like the secret place 
Where soul and silence find.
Room to bow down low, a room to grow
A simple room for spending time.

A Room For Spending Time

You Never Give Me Your Money (Beatles cover)

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

1 We Count On Thee

17 The Upper Window

19 An Evening Prayer

On The Banks Of The Euphrates

Take Me Home, To Greener Pastures

Pillory Of Grace

Within The Good Book 
Music: Amanda

Within this good book, this good book of life,
Within it’s volumes , we see the Christ.
He is the word, in this good book, his life,
He lived the word, and He is Jesus Christ
Within this good book, we see the bread,
This type of the Christ, and by which we are fed.
We see the wine, in his blood which he poured,
Within this good book, Oh’ please tell me more!

Chorus:
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Within this good book, this book of the Christ,
Within it’s volumes,  we see his life.
He is the word, and he paid the price,
He was the only, true sacrifice. 
Within this good book, and within our heart.
His Word, his will, are inscribed and marked.
We see the Christ, the one we adore, 
Within this good book, Oh’ please tell me more!

Chorus:
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Within this good book, which is above price.
We see in the volumes, the pictures of Christ. 
He is the way, the truth and life.
We see in the good book, the new risen Christ.
Within this good book, my name can be!
If marks of Christ are found present in me.
Within this good book, in purest of form.
We see the Christ, Oh’ please tell me more! 


Chorus:
O’ Tell me,  of this God sent one
His perfect and spotless,  begotten Son
Tell of the Word, tell it to everyone
Within the book of the Word is God’s Son.

My Youth, It Is Behind Me

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