Other Musings on Forgiveness

SONG FROM KERRY J. CONNER FOR THE SERIES

Long Way to Go (Kerry J. Conner © 2010 woo the muse / ASCAP)
I can’t forgive, I can’t forget
guess I’m waiting for someone to cover the debt
I can’t let go, I can’t move on
I’m being held by a grudge and the grudge holds strong

I can’t do this alone

I’ve learned to hide, I’ve learned to lie
to cover the festering wounds inside
the wrong cuts deep, the hurt hits hard
I forgot what I look like beneath these scars

I can’t do this alone

I need you to fill me
and let this heart forgive
I need you to free me
break these chains so I can live
it’s a long way to go
but you are here

it’s a long way to go
it’s been too long, I’ve lost too much
and I’ve become numb to your mercy’s touch
I’ve been worn down, I’ve been stripped bare
this just isn’t right, it just isn’t fair

I can’t do this alone

I need you to fill me
and let this heart forgive
I need you to free me
break these chains so I can live

it’s a long way to go
but you are here
it’s a long way to go
but you are here

Whistling in the Wind (written by Jim Howey)
Seems like there’s a hole inside -
a yawning gap – its aching wide
Try to fill it up with pride,
but it’s never full enough

Certain scenes plumb the depths -
catch a glimpse and then confess
I need the blood I’ll die unless
the Maker makes me whole.

What is love?
Well it must be more than this
Cause you came in from the darkness
but betrayed me with a kiss

A man is shouting in the street
Says I can have a life replete, with
Victory and firmer feet
If I mend my wicked ways
Shining, burning in the night
Lose the war but win the fight
Bear the load with all my might,
Til I buckle from the weight.

Am I free?
Well He says I’m free indeed
But the mind it makes its own defense
And is bound by foolish plea.

Comfort, solace in the dark
Crave the warmth, need the spark
Sympathy, self-same heart
All just whistling in the wind.

He was poured out, He was spent
Brothers slept while He was sent
They all hid, the curtain rent,
And they didn’t know they’d won.

Lonely One, but the
Bruised reed did not break,
Knows the comfort of the Father,
Knows the beatings that you take.

None is right, no not one
Try to keep what I have won
My sight exceeds my grasp I’m done
Left with only what I hold.

Soul is huge, the hand is small
Know what I have, know it’s not all
I need to feed the hungry call
of the ravens, of the wrens.

Where you go
Please remember me today
Cause I’m broke down here and owing
A great sum I cannot pay.

JOHN DENVER SONG

TAYLOR SWIFT SONG