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Love So Amazing
03:38
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Everyone’s looking for a song
The melody’s right, the words are wrong
Love so amazing, so inspired
Cuts across the radio wire
Take the scales from our eyes
Make our hearts to realise
That your love fills our lives
No one’s content with what they’ve got
Lost in the search for one forgot
Love so amazing, so sublime
Right beside us all the time
All of us needing to be found
The ransom was set, the cost profound
Love so amazing, so divine
Paid the price for all mankind
Take the scales from our eyes
Make our hearts to realise
That your love fills our lives
My heart is on its knees at the borderline
His scars are crying out at those debts of mine
Take the scales from my eyes
Make my heart to realise
That your love fills my life
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Michelangelo
03:51
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In the morning light creeps in the blinds, wanders over space and time. Wakes my soul beside & tells me that I’m able. In the evening looking to the light, but it passes with the night. In between I sit and wonder if I’m able. So do I comfortably succumb? Soul and spirit - deaf and dumb. Until numb I do become? In the room the children come and go, they sing of Michelangelo. They harmonize a sixth below. So do I publicly profess? Like a child I must express. What my lips daily confess. Water sprinkled on my face. Takes away all my disgrace. Washes over me and tells me that I’m able. Like some dirty urban creek, water flowing down the street. In the dark beside, I wonder if I’m able. So do I comfortably succumb? Soul and spirit - deaf and dumb. Until numb I do become? In the room the children come and go, they sing of Michelangelo. They harmonize a sixth below. So do I publicly profess? Like a child I must express. What my lips daily confess.
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St. Elmo's Fire
03:39
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Saw you standing up against the glass, looking out on the world, as it lumbered past. You were leaving all your bags were packed. As you drew in a breath, I saw your shoulders roll back. Your fragile heart, is living and dying, in between the choice of crawling or flying and I’m not the one to let this go on. We laugh , we cry, we live, we die. We’re the same you and I, we’re the chosen. For this moment in time, we’re St Elmo’s fire. You can’t deny, we’re the chosen. As you walked down winter streets alone, the smell of cheap perfume, from your abandoned room. At your bedside in the years gone bye, we spoke so passionately, like a sonnet of dreams. Your fragile heart, is living and dying, in between the choice of crawling or flying and I’m not the one to let this go on. We laugh , we cry, we live, we die. We’re the same you and I, we’re the chosen. For this moment in time, we’re St Elmo’s fire. You can’t deny, we’re the chosen.
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Brutus Melbourne, Australia
Poets. Prophets. Priests. Psalmists for the 21st Century.
Brutus are Bruce Farrall and Tim
Weatherhead, an indie folk rock duo from Melbourne. Singer-songwriters in their own right and leaders at Red Church, Bruce and Tim have combined their time and talents to write psalms for the 21st century. Their songs are raw, and spiritually honest, connecting Christian faith with life in the real world.
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