Come Back

The end of the book of Revelation has always resonated with me. In the finale of this great and terrible vision, Jesus says, “Behold I am coming soon” and the Spirit of God says “Come” and the Bride (that is, the church) says “Come”.

We are definitely like those who were waiting for Jesus to be born. We are supposed to be looking and watching on the edge of our seat for Christ to come in the sky. I don’t live there most of the time but I want to have that awareness more and more. I want to sing about it with my spiritual family as well and not just because life here is dangerous and full of sorrow but because we long to be with Jesus whom we love with our very guts.

I wrote this Advent song last year springing from that desire. We recorded this a couple weeks back during worship.

Thanks always to Wolfy for mixing these live songs.

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Come Back (listen) (chord chart)

Another morning, another shadow of the Day,
I’m here and waiting, and yet I plan for the years ahead.
I lose my senses; I doubt that you are even there.
I lose my memory, sometimes my lamp it grows ever dim.

Come Back, Come Back,
Come Back, Come Back.

I miss the moments, when you first called me out from death,
You took me further, than I could have imagined then,
Now one more mile, I walk and hope that you are near.
I watch for morning; I need you Jesus to be here.

Come Back, Come Back,
Come Back, Come Back.

And when you come, when you come, when you come,
I will, I will still be a virgin.
And when you come, when you come, when you come,
I will, be the fairest of maidens.
And when you come, when you come, when you come,
I will, I will have still kept my garden
And when you come, when you come, until you come,
I will wait, I will wait.

I have this feeling, that I am not singing alone.
The angels thunder; the earth let’s out another groan.
I hear my family, the ones who now are at your throne.
My heart is fettered, and all I want is to be home.

Come Back, Come Back,
Come Back, Come Back.


Gathered Round Your Table

Here is a Christmas/Easter communion hymn by Margaret Clarkson (1986) that I rewrote the music for in 2003. I had yet to make a recording until I got a request from Bruce Benedict last week so…special thanks to Bruce for instigating this recording and for making the lead sheet too.

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Gathered Round Your Table (listen) (chord chart) (lead sheet)

Gathered ‘round your table on this holy eve,
Viewing Bethlehem’s stable we rejoice and grieve,
Joy to see you lying in your manger bed,
Weep to see you dying in our sinful stead.

Prince of glory gracing heav’n ere time began,
Now for us embracing death as son of man,
By your birth so lovely by your love so true;
By your cross most holy Lord we worship you.

Bethlehem’s incarnation, Calvary’s bitter cross,
Wrought for us salvation by your pain and loss.
Now we fall before you in this holy place,
Prostrate we adore you for your gift of grace.

With profoundest wonder we your body take,
laid in manger yonder broken for our sake,
Hushed in adoration we approach the cup,
Bethlehem’s pure oblation freely offered up.

Christmas babe so tender lamb who bore our blame,
How shall sinners render praises due your name?
Do your own good pleasure in the lives we bring,
In your ransomed treasure reign forever king.

Mercy on the Dead

Here is a Christmas song I wrote my first Christmas at Redeemer, Indianapolis in December 2007. I recorded it in our upper room when it was still a home studio (now its a bedroom for one of our students) and Sarah joined in to give it some harmony. Hope this gets you in the Christmas spirit.

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Mercy on the Dead (listen) (chord chart)

Weary from the hardened roads and rejected as a stranger,
No room to deliver Life for the mother of our savior,
Lonely, not but just a prayer to have strength to bear our Maker,
Struggling in the pains of birth hoping God would show his favor.

Oh have mercy on the dead!
Oh come breathe your breath out on this cold ground.
And where you find nothing left,
Raise up your children!

Dull ears and a broken cup was the people that you came to,
Thieves hiding inside your house where the dark could not perceive you,
No life and a withered branch was the garden that you came to,
Hail, coals and the cup of wrath, that you bore to make all things new.

Oh have mercy on the dead!
Oh come breathe your breath out on this cold ground.
And where you find nothing left,
Raise up your children!

The Holy One bends down to dust,
He speaks our name, He calls to us,
“Come out, My Child!  You’re mine forever!”

Oh have mercy on the dead!
Oh come breathe your breath out on this cold ground.
And where you find nothing left,
Raise up your children!

Come Jesus, Come

I wrote this song back in 2006 and I wanted to post it for a couple of reasons. First of all, it is advent and I love sharing songs about God becoming man and God coming back (this one focusing on the later). We played it a couple of Sundays ago and it was just Wolfy on the organ and me on the guitar; very simple.

Secondly, I have been thinking of our friends the Brodines whose son was born about 12 weeks premature a couple of weeks ago. My son was born at about the same time and I remember writing this song and working on it as I rode the elevators at the hospital, drove to work-to hospital-to food-to hospital and then getting home late at night just to go to sleep. So this song goes out to the Brodines living at the hospital and their beautiful little son.

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Come Jesus, Come (listen) (chord chart)

When everything has been lost and we cry out from our soul,
Finding at the foot of the cross, there’s a dawning of hope.
Come,  Come Jesus Come.
Come,  Come Jesus Come.

Praise Father and Son and Holy Ghost, and Holy Ghost!
Our weakness; his strength’s our only boast, our only boast.
Join as the elders and angel host, the angel host call,
“Come Jesus, Come!”

And the grace of God dwells by his Spirit in us,
His mercies ever-new still refresh what the curse would have crushed.
Come,  Come Jesus Come.
Come,  Come Jesus Come.

Praise Father and Son and Holy Ghost, and Holy Ghost!
Our weakness; his strength’s our only boast, our only boast.
Join as the elders and angel host, the angel host call,
“Come Jesus, Come!”

Every glimpse that we get is like a view of our home,
Where we’ll be face to face; in the arms of our God,
Still as creation groans, we’ll bear witness to Light,
And we’ll watch as the morning grows bright.

Though we don’t see him now, everyday there’s enough.
Still we have a longing to see when he appears from above.
Come,  Come Jesus Come.
Come,  Come Jesus Come.

Praise Father and Son and Holy Ghost, and Holy Ghost!
Our weakness; his strength’s our only boast, our only boast.
Join as the elders and angel host, the angel host call,
“Come Jesus, Come!”