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I can feel the wind its blowing down
Through my soul without making a sound
But my brother says it can’t be real cause he cant feel it to
I can feel the wind is blowing down
Oh sometimes I think we get carried away
Oh sometimes its about clever things to say
Oh but the truth is there’s such thing as blasphemy
When we make the wind the enemy
I can feel the wind course through these veins
Like blood but from a divine strain
But my brother mocks the spirit of the wind that blows my way
I can feel the wind course through these veins
Oh sometimes I think the world makes too much sense
Oh sometimes the humorists just need to vent
Oh but the truth is there’s such thing as reverence
When we make the wind a simple jest
I may not understand
The patterns of the wind
Or the forming in the womb
But it is the work of you
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Will was a knowing man
He had direction Oh he always had a plan
But I’ve not seen Will in far to many days
Will always took things as they came
He took the good’s and bad’s as if they were the same
But the Will I knew has been missing
Oh I’m searching for Will
I’m searching for will
Oh but what Will, will I find when I’m searching for will
Oh I’m searching for Will
I’m searching for will
What will I find, will it be mine when I’m searching for will
Will never wasted time
But had the patience of no one else you’d find
And he’d listen to every word you’d say
Will never had a doubt
His faith left me wondering how far he’d seen out
And I wonder where has will gone now
And sometimes I do believe
That I’m not looking for him but he is looking for me
That is the mystery
Will is alive he cannot die
Oh I am searching for will
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Words are like an engine
Their just the means we use get us by
But when it comes to intentions
They mean more than reaching the other side
I’ve driven across this whole country
And not once lifted my eyes to the sky
The pavement’s become my companion
And honestly becomes my lie
I couldn’t say I love you
I’ve lived to much life to turn back now
Enough to know my engine could one day run dry
And the fork in the roads got me thinking
Whether to leave the engine and run for my life
Could I then say that I love you
I’m running with all that I’ve got now
Almost alone with nothing left to hide behind
Distractions are miles behind me
Back down the road of meaningless living when I
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(Isaiah 6:1-8)
I saw the Lord
Upon his throne
His glory filled the room
And the burning ones
With wings undone
Began to sing this tune
Holy, Holy
Lord Almighty
Holy Holy
Lord of Hosts
And as they spoke
With power and smoke
I knew I’d seen the king
How could I stand
An unclean man
And hear the angels sing
Holy holy
Lord almighty
Holy, Holy
Lord of Hosts
I cried Woe is me
I am so unclean
And my brothers they are just like me
We are unworthy
With a glowing grip
They touched my lips
Right then I was redeemed
And in the voice of three
The Lord speaking
asked “who will go for me?”
And I said
Holy Holy
Lord almighty
Hear me, hear me
Lord send me
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The hardest part is letting go
To everyone and everything you know
And then theres losing self control
The thought of paying back the debt you owe
And it’s the same old game we play
Tommorrows guilt becomes our joy today
When will we choose to run away
When will we choose to find a better way
I don’t want to live like this no more
Want to find what I’m finally looking for
I don’t want to run through closing doors
Want to build what my pride has broke down before
I just want to live for something more
Than what I could ever afford
I don’t want to live like this no more
Want to find what I’m finally looking for
When can a mind finally be free
From fruitless content that we hear and see
Can I agree to disagree
With flesh that easily entangles me
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Story (acoustic version)
03:52
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Theres a story that runs past the world we live on
Its about why we walk and how we will walk on
And this story began before we were all born
But it touches today like the eye of a storm
Chorus
How can we not
Let it close to our hearts
How can we not
Let it tear us apart
Or have we forgot
And this stories been passed down throughout all of time
Protected by watchers who wrote the first lines
It’s a story of wrath and of God and of proof
But its all wrapped in love and its words are all true
This world could all change, or burn up in flames
The story remains the same
It’s a story whose hero keeps me faith alive
And its words all can haunt me and wake me at night
And if I’m to believe all its words are all true
Then how can it not change the things that I do
And the world has forgotten to hold it close too.
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