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Finding God in The Music: Wooden Heart

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08.23.20

Finding God in The Music: Wooden Heart

Finding God in The Music: Wooden Heart

Series: Finding God In The Music

Speaker: Brian Zahnd

Description:

We're all born to broken people on their most honest day of living
And since that first breath we'll need grace that we've never given
I've been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts
And it's not only when these eyes are closed
These lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach,
But they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in this weather
And my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north,
Stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better
But it won't, at least I don't believe it will
So I've built a wooden heart inside this iron ship,
To sail these blood red seas and find your coast
Don't let these waves wash away your hopes
This war-ship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors
Pulling fist-fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviors
But I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board
Washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores
So come on and let's wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
And fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
Come on and sew us together, just tattered rags stained forever
We only have what we remember

 

I am the barely living son of a woman and man who barely made it
But we're making it taped together on borrowed crutches and new starts
We all have the same holes in our hearts
Everything falls apart at the exact same time
That it all comes together perfectly for the next step
But my fear is this prison, that I keep locked below the main deck
I keep a key under my pillow, it's quiet and it's hidden
And my hopes are weapons that I'm still learning how to use right
But they're heavy and I'm awkward, always running out of fight
So I've carved a wooden heart, put it in this sinking ship
Hoping it would help me float for just a few more weeks
Because I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam
Lost and found like you and me scattered out on the sea
So come on let's wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
And fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
Come on and sew us together, just some tattered rags stained forever
We only have what we remember

 

My throat it still tastes like house a-fire and salt waterI wear this tide like loose skin, c’mon, rock me to seaIf we hold on tight we'll hold each other togetherAnd not just be some fools rushing to die in our sleepWhile these machines will rust I promise, but we'll still be electricShocking each other back to lifeYour hand in mine, my fingers in your veins connectedOur bones grown together in timeOur hands entwined, my fingers in your veins connectedOur spines grown stronger insideBecause I know that our church is all made out of shipwrecksFrom every hull these rocks have claimedBut we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the changeSo come on and let's wash each other with tears of joy and tears of griefAnd fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beachCome on and sew us together, were just tattered rags stained foreverWe only have what we remember