Word of Life Church Podcast

COEXIST (I Will Bless The Lord At All Times?)
U2

"Am I the best or the worst or the worst of the best?" she sang
Ice cream smile wide as a mile back then
"Say a nice prayer, be a good girl, finger on my lips"
When she returned her lipstick had learned how not to kiss
I can't fix her, can only love her
Can't keep her pocket full
I can't keep her face in smiles
Someone's stolen what was beautiful
I can't sing her home to me in rhymes
But I will bless the Lord at all times

Bless the Lord at all times
I will bless the Lord at all times
I will bless
I will bless the Lord at all times
I will bless the Lord
I will bless the Lord at all times

Every night we hope and pray for a new day to rise
Every morning when the sun shows up it's still a surprise
Any child is every child in any mother's eyes
I will bless the Lord
I will bless the Lord at all times
I will bless the Lord at all times
I will bless the Lord
I will bless the Lord at all times

That child you hear has been crying for years in the wilderness
A child without armour had no hatred to harbour, only loveliness
The driver of the ambulance unpacks his shirt pressed and neat
To honour the hurt and the hungry he will later greet
There's not so much road left here and no road signs
Drones hover without any consciousness over war crimes
I will bless the Lord at all times?

The tide is rising, all ships are sinking
New poets must despise all old ways of thinking
Whoever made language must've been drinking
Twenty-six characters own all the ink and printing
I got so many words in my head but I can't find the lines
I will bless the Lord at all times

Changes, these changes
Will rain on this parade
Changes, these changes
I am not afraid

No one there to write it down
But when the prophet came around
Said "I've a stranger with me
In the fight none can compare
But food and shelter we share
Beloved community"

Every night we hope and pray for a new day to rise
Every morning when the sun shows up, it's still a surprise
Any child is every child in any mother's eyes
I will bless the Lord
I will bless the Lord at all times
I will bless the Lord at all times
I will bless the Lord
I will bless the Lord at all times

Changes, these changes
Will rain on this parade
Changes, these changes
I am not afraid
The pages that enrage us
She tears them from the book
"Save us, save us" sings the girl of Guadalupe

Kansas City
The New Basement Tapes

I listen to you time and time again
While you tell me just what's right
And you tell me a thousand things a day
Then sleep somewhere's else in the night
I'm going back to Kansas City

And I love you dear, but just how long
Can I keep singing the same old song
And I love you dear, but just how long
Can I keep singing the same old song
I'm going back to Kansas City

And you called me to come, then I do
Then you say you've made some mistake
You invite me into your house
Then you say gotta to pay for what you break
Going back to Kansas City

And I love you dear, but just how long
Can I keep singing the same old song
And I love you dear, but just how long
Can I keep singing the same old song
I'm going back to Kansas City

Gypsy woman, you know every place I go
Even a thousand miles away from home
And you don't care if I'm asleep or I'm awake
This fickle heart just turned to stone
Going back to Kansas City

And I love you dear, but just how long
Can I keep singing the same old song
And I love you dear, but just how long
Can I keep singing the same old song
I'm going back to Kansas City

And I love you dear, but just how long
Can I keep singing the same old song
And I love you dear, but just how long
Can I keep singing the same old song
I'm going back to Kansas City

Into The Mystic
Van Morrison

We were born before the wind
Also, younger than the sun
'Ere the bonnie boat was won
As we sailed into the mystic

Hark now, hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly
Into the mystic

Yeah, when that fog horn blows
I will be coming home
Yeah, when that fog horn blows
I wanna hear it
I don't have to fear it

And I wanna rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float
Into the mystic

When that fog horn blows
You know I will be coming home
Yeah, when that fog horn whistle blows
I gotta hear it
I don't have to fear it

And I wanna rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float
Into the mystic

Thrasher
Neil Young

They were hiding behind hay bales
They were planting in the full moon
They had given all they had for something new
But the light of day was on them
They could see the thrashers coming
And the water shone like diamonds in the dew

And I was just getting up, hit the road before it's light
Trying to catch an hour on the sun
When I saw those thrashers rolling by
Looking more than two lanes wide
I was feelin' like my day had just begun

Where the eagle glides, descending
There's an ancient river bending
Through the timeless gorge of changes
Where sleeplessness awaits
I searched out my companions
Who were lost in crystal canyons
When the aimless blade of science
Slashed the pearly gates

It was then that I knew I'd had enough
Burned my credit card for fuel
Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand
With a one way ticket to the land of truth
And my suitcase in my hand
How I lost my friends, I still don't understand

They had the best selection
They were poisoned with protection
There was nothing that they needed
Nothing left to find
They were lost in rock formations
Or became park bench mutations
On the sidewalks and in the stations
They were waiting, waiting

So I got bored and left them there
They were just dead weight to me
Better down the road without that load
Brings back the time when I was eight or nine
I was watchin' my mama's TV
It was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode

Where the vulture glides, descending
On an asphalt highway bending
Through libraries and museums, galaxies and stars
Down the windy halls of friendship
To the rose clipped by the bullwhip
The motel of lost companions
Waits with heated pool and bar

But me I'm not stopping there
Got my own row left to hoe
Just another line in the field of time
When the thrasher comes, I'll be stuck in the sun
Like the dinosaurs in shrines
But I'll know the time has come
To give what's mine