What’s on my iPod . . .
My favorite right now is Shawn McDonald. He’s amazing.
I’ve been listening to this album off and on since I was intro’d to him by the wonderful Dave Johnston. Recently, though, I’ve listened to the album every night while drifting off to sleep. Two songs are pretty amazing to me right now: Hold On and Beautiful. I wouldn’t normally post the lyrics, but do yourself a favor and read them. Very nice . . .
Hold On
Another day gone by
And again I ask myself why
I question my sanity
Why I believe what I believe
Some might think that I am crazy
For believing in something I cannot see
So won’t You now
Hold on to me, hold on
Hold on to me, yeah
Please don’t let me go no, no, hold on
‘Cause I am prone to wonder
Prone to leave this faith I know
Hold on
And now they say that the wise man
Well, he fears the Lord
And this fear, well, it’s the beginning of all wisdom
And I must be a fool
‘Cause I sure don’t seem to fear You
‘Cause the very things that You will me to do
Well, I just don’t seem to get around to
The very things that You hate
Are the very things that I always stumble into
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
‘Cause I am prone to leave this faith I know
Prone to leave this God I love
Won’t You hold on
Won’t You hold on to me
Beautiful
As I look into the stars
Pondering how far away they are
How You hold them in Your hands
And still You know this man
You know my inner most being, oh
Even better than I know, than I know myself
What a beautiful God
What a beautiful God
And what am I, that I might be called Your child
What am I, what am I
That You might know me, my King
What am I, what am I, what am I
As I look off into the distance
Watching the sun roll on by
Beautiful colors all around me, oh
Painted all over the sky
The same hands that created all of this
They created you and I
What a beautiful God
What a beautiful God
And what am I, that I might be called Your child
What am I, what am I
That You might know me, my King
What am I, what am I
That You might die, that I might live
What am I, what am I, what am I, what am I
What am I
What am I
What am I
What am I
What am I
