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Absorbed With You
04:52
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There you stood in the doorway
Your eyes like laser beams
Kind smile and a glancing nod
That’s the way we met
Crème filled donuts at 6am
Late night calls that never end
Long walks on the parkway
Your heart filled with hesitance
I tried not to show it….I didn’t want to blow it
You opened the door
I walked through
We stood on the threshold we both knew
Taking a chance, this is our dance
I’m totally absorbed with you
You were scared…you had your fears
I was moving fast full speed ahead
So we pulled back, gave up ground
It was our redeeming grace
Testing time and testing patience
I wrote songs to fill the space
Together walking gently
Slow dancers on a cake
I wanted to show it…..I didn’t want to blow it
You opened the door
I walked through
We stood on the threshold we both knew
Taking a chance, this is our dance
I’m totally absorbed with you
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2. |
My Neighborhood
05:23
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Newborn baby in my neighborhood
Celebration of new life
Rejoicing on the street
Gracing my neighborhood
Old man dies in my neighborhood
Buried next to his wife of 60 years
Served his country in his youth
Changed his life with unseen scars
In my neighborhood
You’ll find new beginnings
In my neighborhood
You’ll find peaceful endings
Single woman down the street
Been divorced for many, many years
She’s a survivor, she’s so strong
Trims her roses in the rain
In my neighborhood
There are no street signs
In my neighborhood
You can see and still be blind….all in my neighborhood
Black man mows his lawn
Tattooed teen playing her guitar
Two men next door are so in love….in my neighborhood
There are no wars in my neighborhood
No one being judged in my neighborhood
Justice thrives in my neighborhood
And Jesus’ name is good….in my neighborhood
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3. |
Ricochet
03:56
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She’s loaded - fully automatic
A 10-gallon walk with a pistol smile she’s a shotgun ready to blow
Trigger happy, a smoking gun
She’s got ammo to spare so you best beware she takes no prisoners
Well I got lost in her sights and I was dead to rights
She eased on the trigger and the blast came strong
But her first shot missed but her love hit like ricochet
I tired to resist but her love hit like a ricochet
Reloaded, the chambers full
She’s smooth in the hand with an easy grip, like Colt 44
Target practice, straight for the heart
She shoots from the hip better give no lip she’s got you covered
Well I could not escape it was way to late
I ran for cover but I discovered
That her first shot missed but her love hit like a ricochet
I tried to resist but her love hit like a ricochet
It ain’t no use I got no excuse
I’m staggered by her love and whoa what a love…..
She’s loaded - fully automatic
A 10 gallon walk with a pistol smile she’s a shot gun ready to blow
Trigger happy, a smoking gun
She’s got ammo to spare so you best beware she takes no prisoners
Well I got lost in her sights and I was dead to rights
She eased on the trigger and the blast came strong
But her first shot missed but her love hit like ricochet
I tired to resist but her love hit like a ricochet
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4. |
Angels In Waiting
04:39
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Charlie can't speak a word he just rocks back and forth
But he greets you with a smile
Little Jennifer, barely moves and you wonder how she survives
Crippled, contorted, useless limbs
Eyes that never see
Shriveled bodies on a bed
A heart break of humankind
Angels in waiting, longing to fly
Reaching out to the highest point of God's loving eyes
Angels in waiting, longing to sing
Heaven's voices calling them in….Angels in waiting.
Mom and dad seeing their dreams die
Grief that hardens the soul
More than just questions, more than why
Searching for hope.
Each day passes, still the same
Where is the joy?
Life in the balance, on the edge
What do you pray?
Angels in waiting, longing to fly
Reaching out to the highest point of God's loving eyes
Angels in waiting, wanting to sing
Heaven's voices calling them in….Angels in waiting
Oh….The heartache, reaches for release…then release.
Angels in waiting, longing to fly
Reaching out to the highest point of God's loving eyes
Angels in waiting, wanting to sing
Heaven's voices calling them in….Angels in waiting.
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5. |
Fingerprints
03:20
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We all leave our mark
Some light the earth
Others touch our hearts with their fingerprints
Some love to explore
Others write their stories
Some taste new wine
Others walk in glory
Some rise above
Many sink in pain
Others choose a different road or remain the same
Light through a window
There you'll see
Clear as the day, and hard to remove…Fingerprints
We all leave our mark
Sometimes understated
Slightest impressions with our fingerprints
With our fingerprints
You touched me with your fingerprints
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6. |
Give A Damn
06:19
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A man of passion
A man of pain
A preacher a father
A companion
A gentle heart
With a raging fire
Foolish servant
In oversized shoes
He walked the desert
Heartache in his past
Embracing the Creator
To tame his savageness
He is a man…
That gives a damn
Profound simplicity
His calling card
Creative chaos
In his wake
A man of vision
A man of prose
A humble heart
That rarely froze
Yes he stumbled
Said some unkind words
Raised his voice in anger
As he declared his humanness
He is a man…
That gives a damn
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7. |
In Those Days
06:13
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He was born to a teenage mother
Far away from his homeland
It would forever change his life
Hidden away in a small Minnesota town…that’s what they did in those days
Her heart longing for home
She could her those childhood songs
She packed up her young son-took him across the sea
How would she face her hometown…that’s what she did in those days
In those days…in those days
That’s what they did in those days
He grew up with rumors and innuendo
A weight too much to ask
Love it seems had stipulation
He always knew where he stood….in those days
Anger and sadness…surely broke his heart
Never quite fitting in
Always living at a distance
Always wanting to belong…in those days
The hurt, the shame and all the blame
How he must have walked alone many times
Even when words of love were spoken
They were hard to receive…in those days
In those days…in those days
That’s what they did in those days
So here I stand where he stood
A place of beauty and serene
Walked the steps of his childhood
Somehow I think he knows what this means to me….in these days
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8. |
Oh Lord
03:39
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Oh Lord there’s been a tragedy
It’s face so real the cost so high
Heartache among hardship
Another child dies alone- beneath the rubble of her home
Oh Lord there’s been a catastrophe
Is this Your Kingdom come?
Is this Your will be done?
The hurt, the pain and death
Are my prayers wasted breath?
Oh Lord there’s been a calamity
That’s exposed our human frailty
Yet in the ruins and debris
Are the hands compassion brings
They are hands of love
The hands of hope
The very hands of God
God of Heaven, God of Earth
Let us not forsake the least
For in this desperate time
May your healing bring release
Oh Lord there’s been a tragedy
The display of human suffering
We see the eyes of misery
Let us show our humanity
Among this tragedy
Spoken:
Blessed are those that mourn
For they shall be comforted
Scripture reference spoken: Matthew 5:4
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Chris Taylor Portland, Oregon
Chris Taylor's love for music goes as far back as he can remember. He started taking piano lessons at the age of 8, and has been writing songs since he was in high school. After college, he built a career as a radio on-air personality, voiceover artist, professional emcee and club/mobile DJ. Chris plays keyboard & acoustic guitar in the classic R&B dance band, HomeBrew in his hometown of Portland. ... more
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