I'm Just Sayin'

I love words. And I haven’t stolen a blog idea in a while. So I will accomplish both right now.

I literally get chills from a well-turned phrase. So, I would like to post for you, in no particular order, some of my favorite song lyrics. Consider this part 1. Because I know as soon as I hit publish, I will think of some glaring oversights.

And please, don’t just skim this post. Read the words. Let them soak in. Then go buy CDs by these artists. Because they’re phenomenal.

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The day’s last sight turns to cool night’s breeze
And this love hangs thick like these willow leaves
I’ve hid myself away from this
But your silhouette is the Judas kiss

-On a Night Like This, by Dave Barnes

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A thing resounds when it rings true
Ringing all the bells inside of you
Like a golden sky on a summer eve
Your heart is tugging at your sleeve
And you cannot say why
There must be more

-More, by Pierce Pettis and Andrew Peterson

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So he held her and he prayed
Shafts of moonlight on his face
But the baby in her womb
He was the maker of the moon
He was the Author of the faith
That could make the mountains move

-Labor of Love, by Andrew Peterson

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When they tell you all their troubles have been nailed up to that cross
Then what about the times when even followers get lost?
‘Cause we all get lost sometimes…

-Silence of God, by Andrew Peterson

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Jesus says Mother I couldn’t stay another day longer
Flies right by me and leaves a kiss upon her face
While the angels are singin’ his praises in a blaze of glory
Mary stays behind and starts cleaning up the place

-Mary, by Patty Griffin

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You could cry or die
Or just make pies all day

-Making Pies, by Patty Griffin

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But I’d pretend to be sleeping
When you’d come in in the morning
To whisper goodbye
Go work in the rain
I don’t know why
Don’t know why

-Top of the World, by Patty Griffin

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Long before I was covered up in gray
Before the old had bent my bones
We grew our children in the red Georgia clay
They were our garden and our home

-All That I Have Sown, by Bebo Norman

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Grace’s amazing hands, they’re ugly,
They’re bruised by the blows that I have blown.
She knows well I don’t deserve her,
But she laughs and says, That’s the way love goes.

-Grace’s Amazing Hands, by Dave Barnes

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It don’t matter if it has no taste, cause it’s all in the name
Soon they had a one brand town with pantries all the same
It left them with no appetite for stuff that broke the mold
And a faith that was as shallow as the milk left in the bowl of holy flakes

-Holy Flakes, by Andy Gullahorn

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I am Jerusalem, I am the temple of the Lord
Holy of Holies, the Lord dwells within
Lord God Almighty, maker of men.

-Jerusalem, by Randall Goodgame

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If you love
Be prepared to lose.

-Cartoon Auction, by Randall Goodgame

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I was standing at the gates of hell
with a heart as black as coal
and you saved my soul
so I sing…

The Wind, by Randall Goodgame

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