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‘Blown Away’ also known as ‘Wanting to Rise’

BLOWN AWAY
AKA Wanting to Rise

People say she’s the perfect blend of – a perfect blend of you and me
Perfect blend of strength and capability
People say if she sets her sights high she can fly right – she can flight right
People say… Who cares what all the people say?

What I know is she exhibits all our frailties.
What I know is Her. She is fragile, wounded by insensitivity.
What I know is she’s aware of wrong been done to her – cut right through her
What I know is: Who cares what other people say?

Because she died that day – she felt she’d let us down
She died that day you fixed your face as stone
She died that day — but she is waiting to rise…

If you ask her she can tell you. She can tell you why it hurts so deeply
If you ask her – but you wont ask her, and that is why she hurts so deeply
If you ask her she’d forgive you so she can fly right – she will fly right
She will fly right, but not in your tail wind…

Because she died that day
Was crucified that day – the day she crossed you
and she was blown away, though her skin stays home

What I see is her – She is fragile, but not as fragile as the bond between you
What I see is transformation in acknowledging what’s wrong between you
You’re the grown up – before she’s grown up
Before she’s long gone, though her shell’s still with us
I want to hold her and unfold her by acknowledging the hell within us…

So she’ll  fly that day – the winds of rage let go of her
so she will  fly that day – and commit to love Another,
Not blown away and seeking refuge in one, stronger
So she can fly that day and not hide any longer…

@Beth Wacome Keck 2007
CCLI #4943158

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Gold Mine

GOLD MINE     D

V1
I am a nobody – nobody knows
I have a song but forgot how it goes
Scurrying ’round in my head it’s on fire
Can’t put it out – yet it’s out on the wire

Chorus:
And I’m a Gold Mine  – if you could dig that deep
A Gold Mine , within my soul to keep
A Gold Mine – yet the gold is not mine

V2
I am a Poet who’s caught in a rhyme
A rhyme – or a riddle – running out of time
Swarming around in my head – it’s alive
Dancing and dodging, protecting the hive

Chorus:
Yet I’m a Gold Mine –  if you could dig that deep
A Gold Mine – like liquid honey, sweet
A Gold Mine – Yet the Gold is not Mine

V3
I am a nobody nobody knows
that honey is dangerous stuck to your clothes
Swarming around you the bees guard the throne
of queens who don’t work like you do with their drones

Chorus+Bridge
Yet I’m a Gold Mine if i could dig that deep
A gold mine – collapsed while i was sleeping
Gold Mine – if you could slit that vein –
blood running down the drain –
you’ll take your cut again  –
but Honey, not for change…

V4
Gold mine – like honey through my fingers
Gold Mine the urgency still lingers
Gold Mine the Song buries the Singer
Gold Mine : the Truth complete with stinger…

@Beth Wacome Keck 2008

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Be Careful

 

Be Careful

If you’re not careful – Something might happen
And it might scare you – Scare you so badly –
Oh La-De-dah, oh La-de-dah – Oh La-De_dah…

Oh be careful Little hands what you touch…
Oh be careful little hands what you touch…
For the Father up above is looking just to judge –
Oh be careful little hands what you touch…

Oh be careful Little Eyes what You see..
Oh Be careful Little Eyes what you see…
For the Father up above has never been in Love
Oh be careful Little Eyes what you see…

Oh be careful Little Minds what you think..,
Oh be careful Little minds what you think…
For your Father up above may be driven to drink –
Oh be careful little Minds what You think…

Because if you’re not careful something might happen
and it might scare You – scare You so badly
Oh La-De-dah, oh La-de-dah – Oh La-De_dah…

Errant Theology
Bad Psychology
Pharmacology
New Technology
Bible College-y
Reflexolgy
Demagoguery
Etymology
Seduce All of me
Starbuckology
Methodology
Pneumatology
Reduce You, me
Reduce You, me…

Don’t want to be careful – want something to happen
Something that scares me – scares me so badly
Oh La-De-dah, oh La-de-dah – Oh La-De_dah…

Undo me
Undo Me
Undo Me
Undo me
Undo me…

@Beth Wacome Keck 2007

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Stories

Stories
a.k.a. What about G-d?

V1
“It can’t be done that way” – that’s what the people say
“You’ve passed your greatest day – It’s time to be moving on”
“It can’t be won that way – Not likely at this stage”
“You’re slipping in the race: Hand on the baton”

Chorus1:
To which I say: What about G-d?
What about Vision?
What about Covenants
And their provisions?
What about promises
made in the dead of night
when we aren’t seeing right –
What about G-d?

V2
It cant be won that way -best now to not engage
Step down and back away – and call it “Grace”
“It cant be sung that way” – that what the skeptics say
Its time to fade away and call it “Faith”

Chorus 1

Bridge:
I want to be part of that Story – woven tightly into the plot
But when presented with unlikely glory to not forget the nature of G-d
I don’t want be laughing at – I want to be laughing WITH
I don’t want to be jumping ahead – i just want to be jumping in
to the adventurous Story that my G-d’s still publishing
A plot of Redemption that my G-d is writing me in to

Alongside of G-d
Within the Vision
Inside the Covenants
Without my revisions
Inside the promises
Made in the dead of night
So i can finally read it right:
The story of G-d…

 

Beth Wacome Keck @March 25, 2008

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One Knight Stand

One Knight Stand

V1
Am                                    G                  Fm
I don’t know you – You don’t know me
G                         Am
But we are here – Letting the Tender pour out wine
G                Fm
It’s numbing you – – its numbing me
G              Am
As we are here – letting the feeling consume us..

Chorus:
Fm                 Am
And so we dance and even sing
G
Words are exchanged with good intention
Am                                             F                            G
And here we touch and even kiss – calling it love – no future mentioned…

V2
I’m seeing you – You’re seeing me
Exposed and bare – calling it lovely – even true
But when I see you in the day
You walk right by – not even knowing who I am

Chorus 2
So we go back – hoping for more
As others sing – and dance as we did
And Tender pours and fills each cup – and all is hushed – and all called ‘sacred’..

V3
I don’t know you – you don’t know me
But I refuse to hold this against you anymore
I entered in on my own will – looking for love
Only to find I had my fill….

@Beth Wacome Keck
March 2003
CCLI#4696199

Written as if a (Mega) Church were a Club/Bar…
by its very nature – a false sense of intimacy vs. true commitment
The Bartender/’Tender’ being Pastor…

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Soldier

Soldier

V1
I am no Soldier, but I fight
Fight against these thoughts – these thoughts at night
of what wont happen or what might descend upon my children

V2
I am no victim, but I’m torn
Torn by all that which will soon be born
A war that rages upon both shores – The casualties: they are endless

Chorus:
But if I could fly with the Angels,
See the world from that angle,
would it seem to untangle – or simply be in labor?

V3
I’m no Commander – but I call
for Chiefs upon their knees to fall…
For Citizens to wail upon the walls of heaven – oh Heaven – for salvation

Chorus: But if we…

V4
I am no Midwife – but I see
the waters breaking upon the seas
While all along we beg for peace – we fight for peace and freedom…

Beth Wacome Keck @2007
Peace Writing Song Contest, Langdon Street

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Lions & Lambs

Lions and Lambs

D                      Bb                    F
Everyday is the right day to make it right
Every night is the right night to seal it tightly
Every hour is the best hour to do it justice –
G    Bb   G
The Question Just is: Are you a Lion or Lamb?

Everyone has to lay down sometimes – Isn’t that right?
Every dream has to dumb down sometimes or pick a fight? (see)
I’m in a dream that has not been realized – only recognized
The question still lies: am I a lion or a lamb?

Chorus:
Bb
Most Shepherd Boys – they don’t like lions
C
Most Shepherd Boys are throwing stones at them

Bb
Most Shepherd Boys are only trying
C
to keep their lambs and ewes at home with them…             D Bb F

V3
Every wrong is the right time to make it right
Every dawn is the right dawn to end the night
Every Error is the best way to learn of Justice
The question Just is: Are you a lion or a lamb?

Most Lion tamers don’t deal with Lambs and
Most Lion tamers aren’t trained for that
Most Lion tamers work for the Circus
All said and done it’s just an act for them…

V4
Every Lion’s not the right Lion to lay with Lambs
Every times not the right time to give a damn
Every lie will be made right – brought into the light
When we recognize the Lion and the Lamb

Most pleas for peace are said for the say-er –
Most pleas for peace are to avoid the noise
Most please the beast who sends up the flare
to distract lions from Shepherd Boys….

Every soul is the right Soul – to wonder why
Every soul has the tendency to live a lie.
Not every soul has the fortitude to find the truth and
The question still stands: Am I a lion or a lamb?

@ Beth Wacome Keck
May 26, 2009
CCLI# 5203718

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Penny Saved

Penny Saved

V1
How many times do you leave the house thinking: “Where in the world is her mind?”
And how many times does she lay awake blinking back tears for ways she’s been unkind?
And how many times do you look at each other and realize the Gift that you have got?
And how many times do you turn into Lovers when you don’t like each other a lot?

V2
How many times do you show up for work to cash in at the end of the day?
And how many times do you avoid the truth in the things that you hear and you say?
And how many times must the madness continue until you choose to lose your mind?
And how many times must a new wave roll in, and you ride it ’til it robs you blind?

Chorus:
Penny for your thoughts…
Stay and gather moss.
Consider the cost.
Give it all you’ve got
You were sleeping on the cot.
Take another shot.
It wasn’t what you thought it was.
It is Better…

V3
How many times can we labor the point that the labor should not be in vain?
And how many times will it take to realize to lose at the fight is to gain?
And how many times can we forgive to live – see revenge as the deathblow to Love?
And how many times will you look at the test instead of seeing the work we’re proud of?
I hope you can say at the end of the day “It was worth every struggle we had”
I hope you can know, in your deepest of Souls, that the good times outweighed the bad…

Chorus
Penny for your thoughts…
Stay and gather moss.
Consider the cost.
Give it all you’ve got
You were sleeping on the cot.
Take another shot.
It wasn’t what you thought it was.
It is Better…

Bridge:
This is your life – It is Good
This is your time – Not for wasting
This your Love – Love like you should….
This is your Life….

Chorus:
Penny for your thoughts…
Stay and gather moss.
Consider the cost.
Give it all you’ve got
You were sleeping on the cot.
Take another shot.
It wasn’t what you thought it was.
It is Better…

Beth Wacome Keck @2008  CCLI# 5251942

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Knocked Out

KNOCKED OUT

V1:

I heard the news and it scared me – I had to run for cover , run for shelter
I was the news and it bared me – I had to run for cover in another –
“Pull down the blinds and lock the doors – I wont have to hear this any more
I’ve had the Wind knocked out before  – I cannot fight this kind of war”

CHORUS:
I got the wind knocked out it’s not coming back
I am shutting down I am fearful now
I got the wind knocked out – and its not coming back

V2
I was asleep and it spared me – I could hide under cover – under shelter
Being asleep never dared me to come out from the cover – from the shelter
but pull down the sheets – you can see the scars –
i don’t have the strength i had before
who you are can be ignored when they see the handmaid and not the sword…

CHORUS:
I got the wind knocked out it’s not coming back
I am shutting down –  I am fearful now
I got the wind knocked out – and its not coming back

V3

Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby – > trained me so that little fazed me
Filled the barn but nearly razed me-  yet covered me with Grace
Opened my eyes, unlocked the door. Life has a way of keeping score
Mortality cant be ignored.
But you can choose the coma or you can choose the war…

BRIDGE:

Shout it from a Mountain top – i will…
This is not the time to lay low, be silent or be still
Shout it from a microphone:  “Flesh and bone must ride this storm”
Shout it from the Mountaintop: I will

CHORUS2:
I got the wind knocked out but a Storm came back
I am not shutting down – I’m stronger now – It fills my lungs so i can shout:
I got the wind knocked out , but a Storm came back ——

 

 

Beth Wacome Keck,@May 2007
CCLI# 4995773

 

 

 

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Just Desserts

Just Desserts

V1
Love at First Sight – People would try, but could not understand it
What made it right? How could we drop everything as we’d planned it?
Sometimes at night we’d both wonder why we were having such favor
Sometimes, in spite of all good intentions, we labeled them “Naysayers”

Chorus;
We thought we deserved this –
Living on the surface –
Somehow we were “worth it” – and then…

V2
Our first real fight – finally seeing weren’t insulated
“Who’s wrong? / Who’s right?” seemed to be all that we concentrated on
Sometimes at night we wondered why we were having such trouble
Sometimes, in spite of all good intentions. we’d burst our own bubble

Churus:
I did not deserve this –
I did not deserve this –
I did not deserve this from You…

Bridge:
Where did I get the idea that you had to be perfect to be perfect for me?
Where did i get the idea that perfection existed?
Where did I get the idea that conflict and doubt are not part of the equation?
Where did I get the idea and not resist it?

V3
You needed me – and they needed me – and I needed me
and you could not be all of the things i asked you to be
And sometimes at night you wondered how to provide what I’d long for
Sometimes, in spite of all good intentions, i could not have harmed You more…

Bridge:
Where did I get the idea that you had to be perfect to be perfect for me?
Where did i get the idea that perfection existed?
Where did I get the idea that conflict and doubt are not part of the equation?
Where did i get the idea and not resist it?

Chorus:
You did not deserve this –
You did not deserve this
You did not deserve this from me —-
and I’m sorry…

V4:
Love, deep and wide – we thought we had it back at the beginning
But that seed has died, and buried itself, and tripled our winnings
Sometimes at night the roots go down deeper to steady the swaying
And sometimes in spite of all good intentions we were only playing at Grace

Chorus:
We did not deserve this
having Hope resurface
Thrive, and make it worth dying for….

Beth Wacome Keck
@2009