Tuesday, April 15, 2008
ALL I KNOW--lyrics by Randy Stonehill--from the album Edge of the World.
Just like Adam we awake at dawn,
Our lungs alive with Eden's perfect breeze,
Enchanted by the journey we are on,
Until gravity has dropped us to our knees.
And all the shining dreams we treasure never leave us satisfied,
But the heartache we embrace might be mercy in disguise
To turn our gaze to heaven until sorrow is a purifying snow.
That's all I know...all I know.
Yes, and time seems to be moving through me now
Like I'm transluscent, fading away.
I long to hold this miracle somehow,
Drinking all the wonder of these days.
But like a little barefoot boy standing on the beach,
Every new wave comes to steal the sand beneath my feet.
There's a sweet hidden wisdom only the angels bestow.
That's all I know.
Sometimes I cannot stand to hear myself pray.
It's as if my very words become a wall.
I want what I want and so I push the Truth away
And I do not have to listen when It calls.
And I curse my duality, this darkness that dwells in me
And marks me to the marrow as an orphan of the fall.
But in the middle my turbulence I see
It's amazing grace that grips me after all.
After all.
What can be said of this mystery we're in?
I have only one answer to give:
If Jesus didn't die to be the savior of my soul,
Truly I do not want to live.
Oh, for what would living be without a meaning and a hope?
Precious little more than just some cruel cosmic joke!
It's like being all dressed up and there was never even anywhere to go.
That's all I know.
Punch-drunk boxers wait for destiny to strike the fatal blow.
That's all I know.
I will be changed; I will be free; I will be healed; I will be Yours;
It must be so.
That's all I know...all I know.
That's all I know.
Our lungs alive with Eden's perfect breeze,
Enchanted by the journey we are on,
Until gravity has dropped us to our knees.
And all the shining dreams we treasure never leave us satisfied,
But the heartache we embrace might be mercy in disguise
To turn our gaze to heaven until sorrow is a purifying snow.
That's all I know...all I know.
Yes, and time seems to be moving through me now
Like I'm transluscent, fading away.
I long to hold this miracle somehow,
Drinking all the wonder of these days.
But like a little barefoot boy standing on the beach,
Every new wave comes to steal the sand beneath my feet.
There's a sweet hidden wisdom only the angels bestow.
That's all I know.
Sometimes I cannot stand to hear myself pray.
It's as if my very words become a wall.
I want what I want and so I push the Truth away
And I do not have to listen when It calls.
And I curse my duality, this darkness that dwells in me
And marks me to the marrow as an orphan of the fall.
But in the middle my turbulence I see
It's amazing grace that grips me after all.
After all.
What can be said of this mystery we're in?
I have only one answer to give:
If Jesus didn't die to be the savior of my soul,
Truly I do not want to live.
Oh, for what would living be without a meaning and a hope?
Precious little more than just some cruel cosmic joke!
It's like being all dressed up and there was never even anywhere to go.
That's all I know.
Punch-drunk boxers wait for destiny to strike the fatal blow.
That's all I know.
I will be changed; I will be free; I will be healed; I will be Yours;
It must be so.
That's all I know...all I know.
That's all I know.
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