Certain Songs

There are certain songs and songwriters that have been able to explain what I'm feeling/going through over the years. Michael Roe of The 77's, Terry Taylor from Daniel Amos/Swirling Eddies, Steve Taylor and most recently, Derri Daugherty from The Choir/Lost Dogs.

The Choir's latest release, "Oh How The Mighty Have Fallen" contains lyrics that offer me hope and describe this time in my life. Maybe the Choir Boys are going through some of the same stuff I'm dealing with (we're near the same age) or maybe God sent this along at the right time.

An example:

Enough to Love (Hindalong, Daugherty)

If I could touch with my fumbling hands your scars
If I could know in my rebel mind your heart
If I could see with my lusting eyes your face
If I could taste on my withered tongue sweet grace

Would I trust You near enough
Would I trust You near enough
Would I trust You near enough
Enough to die
Enough to love

If I could hear with two muffled ears your voice
If could find in my troubled life true joy
If I could feel with numb fingers your spirit
If I could drink for my barren soul your tears

Would I trust You near enough
Would I trust You near enough
Enough to die
Enough to die
Enough to love

If I could touch with my trembling hands your scars

Would I trust You near enough
Would I trust You near enough
Would I trust You near enough
Enough to die
Enough to live
Enough to love

I ask this question of myself quite a bit lately. But the answer comes back to this...

Mercy Will Prevail (Hindalong, Byrd, Daugherty, Tim Chandler)

I wanna swear it’s true but it’s hard to defend it
I know it comes from You and I don’t comprehend it
Love never fails
Mercy will prevail
I wanna swear it’s true but it’s hard to defend it

In the chill of a cruel word
In the nest of a wounded bird
In the shadow of doubt
In the smoke
In the smoke of a torch blown out

I wanna swear it’s true but it’s hard to believe it
I know it comes from You so I want to receive it
Divine love never fails
Mercy will prevail
I wanna swear it’s true but it’s hard to believe it

In the thrust of a bayonet
In the hour of deep regret
In a world gone insane
In the eye
In the eye of a hurricane

In the chill of a cruel word
In the nest of a wounded bird
In the shadow of doubt
In the smoke
In the smoke of a torch blown out
In the flight of a sharp stone
In the rubble where children moan
In our own apathy
In the blood
In the river at Calvary

Mercy and grace. Mercy and grace. Mercy and grace.

To Rescue Me (Hindalong, Daugherty)

When I can’t hold on much longer
To a rope weathered and frayed
When I can’t find hope and I’m losing faith

The savior reaches in
To still the howling wind
To calm the storm within
To rescue me
To rescue me

When I think I might surrender
To the vengeance of the tide
When I’m lost in sin and I don’t see light

The savior reaches low
Under the torrid flow
To save my sinking soul
And rescue me

The savior calls my name
When I feel most ashamed
He comes to take the blame
And rescue me
To rescue me
To rescue me

Rescue me............

Eric