Angel

I wrote this a few years ago, I think it's still my favorite of all my songs

Father used to say “Son, this world is troubled.

So you must find the way, but do not be befuddled

When you can’t see the path beneath your feet— Cry out my child, for you’re incomplete.

And if you pray, you will find deliverance this very day.”

So I found a path in the undergrowth, ‘twas a road less taken

And I wondered as I wandered through that yellow wood- Oh had I been mistaken?

Then I looked up to the skies, searching for the eyes that sought me out

Though all I saw was stars and fireflies, still I cried out

Angel fly away

Angel take me away

Angel’s wings brushed up against my face. I felt their power; I met their grace.

How did father know what I would face? I found his gift within this glorious blaze.

I turned my gaze unto the west- a weathered oak with scars upon its flesh.

Set deep within its bark, those years ago my father left his mark when he cried

Angel fly away

Angel take me away

Angel fly away

Angel take me away

My Master, My Father

I'm a son, not a slave
I'm an heir to a grave
Yet this tomb is not filled with bones--but with grace

Ambrosia is a bitter cup
That steals the soul, but fills the gut
It makes a man to run for years
And lose the life he once held dear


I'm a son, not a slave
I'm an heir to a grave
Yet this tomb is not filled with bones--but with grace

The sun, the sea, and dear old gravity
They seek my wings
They long to keep my flight in check
But they ain't seen nothin' yet

I'm a son, not a slave
I'm an heir to a grave
Yet this tomb is not filled with bones--but with grace

Though I may burn, and then burn out
I'll fall to ash without a doubt
You'll find therein a molten mirth
It lies within the phoenix' birth


I'm a son, not a slave
I'm an heir to a grave
Yet this tomb is not filled with bones--but with grace

Brother, Sister

listen to it here!--http://www.youtube.com/user/PartywithSaul?feature=mhee#p/a/u/1/roiCXQX82Pc


Brother, sister, there is healing in the river

So come down and be delivered from your chains

Son and daughter, there is mending in the water

He will use the holy solder to fix the lame

Friend and foe, tell everybody that you know

That there’s redemption in the flow from all our pasts

Peasants, kings, and everybody in between

Sell all your homes and all your things for what will last

 

This paradox is more than I 

can comprehend but I will try 

because I know in grace I’ll thrive 

and truly be alive 

for the first time

So come on down, let out your breath and we can drown

And we’ll come up with shining crowns upon our heads

And there in Zion, we’ll behold one like a lion

Blazing brighter than orion, and we’ll be wed

This paradox is more than I 

can comprehend but I will try 

because I know in grace I’ll thrive 

and truly be alive 

for the first time