Another great song that touches people because of the underlying spiritual truth in the lyrics…

Evanescence - “Bring Me To Life” (feat. Paul McCoy)

How can you see into my eyes like open doors
leading you down into my core
where I’ve become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home

(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I’ve become

Now that I know what I’m without
you can’t just leave me
breathe into me and make me real
bring me to life

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I came across this old gem from Rich Mullins. I love the intermixed use of imagery and allusion. And the coal trucks come a-runnin' With their bellies full of coal And their big wheels a-hummin' Down this road that lies open like the soul of a woman Who hid the spies who were lookin' For the land of the milk and the honey And this road she is a woman She was made from a rib Cut from the sides of these mountains Oh these great sleeping Adams Who are lonely even here in paradise Lonely for somebody to kiss them and I'll sing my song, and I'll sing my song In the land of my sojourn Read more

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Ok, I found the song that I had been thinking of earlier. I should have realized that it was older than the work by Rich Mullins but OH WELL… whataya gonna do? So a little late for this year or really early for next year here is my Christmas song pick for the year: The Outlaw by Larry Norman.

Some say he was an outlaw, that he roamed across the land
With a band of unschooled ruffians, and a few old fishermen.
No one knew just where he came from, or exactly what he’d done,
But they say it must have been something bad, that kept him on the run.

Some say he was a poet, that he’d stand upon the hill,
That his voice could calm an angry crowd, or make the waves stand still,
That he spoke in many parables, that few could understand,
But the people sat for hours, just to listen to this man.

Some say he was a sorcerer, a man of mystery.
He could walk upon the water. He could make a blind man see,
That he conjured wine at weddings, and did tricks with fish and bread,
That he talked of being born again, and raised people from the dead.
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I honor of the birth of the Christ, I have chosen a tune about Jesus. This song was recorded as a demo by Rich Mullins on to a something called a cassette tape (remember those things?) shortly before he died.

I find this song interesting as it kindof ponders the many ways that Jesus is regarded: Prophet, Teacher, Insurgent… I swear there is a longer version of this song somewhere… but Google is letting me down. Oh well, perhaps i will find it some day.

Well, who’s that man who thinks He’s a prophet?
Well, I wonder if He’s got something up His sleeve
Where’s He from? Who is His daddy?
There’s rumors He even thinks Himself a king
Of a kingdom of paupers
Simpletons and rogues
The whores all seem to love Him
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“This is the ultimate reality: That God lives, and God loves, and God can be found!” — Steven C. Chapman

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For the Robert Frost fans out there this site has some audio files of Robert Frost reading some of his more famous poems.

• Robert Frost Reading

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Another great work by Robert Frost along with some insights into the poem that I wrote back in my college days.

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

“When viewed as a parable, Robert Frost’s poem “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening” can give several insights into life. To gain such insight one must first understand the poem’s parabolic meaning. The writings of St. Paul help us to more clearly see the poem’s meaning. The application to life is then obvious.
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While technically not accompanied by instruments, this poet has a music all his own. One of my personal favorites when it comes to written verse. The Road Not Taken. Ponder and enjoy. :D

The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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My section of Musical Poetry apparently needs to be further explained. This is an attempt to point out things worth taking a closer look at… Much like saying check out this flower it’s pretty or that sunset it’s magnificent. Now often times I will point out some of the reasons that a particular piece has achieved excellence, but other times I will simply put it out there sans editorial for people to reflect on and enjoy.

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Starting off another new section though I’m not 100% on the name. Back in the day, men sat around and thought about stuff and coined some of the wisdom they found into poetic verse. While this is an art that is quickly being cordoned off to Academia, I feel that the void left by this old art losing its original purpose has been filled by another. Modern day poets have turned bard as they set their prose to music and get their message out to the masses.

I will put forth the best of these for reflection and enjoyment. To earn the right to be here, you must posses both musical and lyrical excellence.

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