Of all the things I’ve wished for in my life, the one I always fall for is being a songwriter. I’m frequently naive enough to think that just maybe with enough time and dedication I too could compose a beautiful ballad. Alas, it appears I have not been given such a gift. While I find it relatively easy to express myself in a lengthy blog, I have yet to discover how to cram all that meaning into so few words. It seems songwriters can use just a few simple words to say everything, while it takes me hundreds of words to say very little.
I came to realize all of this just now listening to my ipod, which has confessed to me that it has a significant crush on David Crowder. This is why 4-5 consecutive DCB songs can be heard with the ipod set to shuffle.1
So hear2 are some lyrics that I have stumbled across recently that simply take my breath away.
“I need words as wide as sky. I need language large as this longing inside. I need a voice bigger than mine. I need a song to sing you that I’ve yet to find. I need you.” -David Crowder Band, I Need Words
“Raise me up from this grave, touch my tongue and then I’ll sing heal my limbs and joyfully I’ll run to you.” -David Crowder Band, You’re Everything
“Take my fret, take my fear. All I have, I’m leaving here. Be all my hopes. Be all my dreams. Be all my delights. Be my everything.” - David Crowder Band, Only You
“Without You I’m so alone, I am weak but You are strong, You pick me up when I’m falling down, and I am crying out to You inside of my heart. I need You, Lord, oh so, for the part. I want You to have my life, Jesus” - Shawn McDonald, Take My Hand
“If you choose to love, to know that the call is to give all you are, to give love away, rise, rise, people of love, rise.” -Robbie Seay Band, Rise
“What was said to the rose to make it unfold was said to me here in my chest.” -David Crowder Band, Here is Our King
“The only thing I need is to be captured and surrounded by your love.” -Consume Me (not sure who wrote this)
That’s all I can think of right now, but until I poke my head out into the blogging world again,
Stay thirsty my friends.
1Some say that this occurs as a simple function of probability due to the vast amount of DCB currently occupying my itunes. I say mathematics be damned, the machine simply has developed a man-crush.
2Originally this was a typo and not a brilliantly lame pun, but I decided to leave it, so that dads across the world can erupt in a glorious, unmerited chuckle.