This is a song I wrote this morning while in the shower. It is set to a tune that is similar to the old hymn “Filled With God.”
Under the Blood, I’m under the Blood.
No condemnation; no guilt for me.
Under the Blood, I’m under the Blood.
Pardoned and cleansed, and totally set free!
~Jonathan
My soul is connected to this eternal rhythm,
Pounding away within me so forceful, so overwhelming
That I almost scream to let it out. I’m talking about a feeling,
A music so pure and right that it goes down deep,
To my very soul. It connects with me; it moves with me.
In fact, it’s one with me.
There is no genre or class that can take
My love for this. I get high on the rush of endorphins
As I slap my bass and create a melody so pure an holy
That I weep with my instrument. I live through its wood and steel
As my hands mould to its flowing curves.
What music can do such things? What magic is there
That can take a man and a machine
And from the two create one?
I’m not talking about some stuffy style
That’s awash with form and order.
I’m not talking about some sticky, 4/4 time,
Forcing you to keep to its rigidity.
What I am talking about is love in its purest form.
What I am talking about is a sound
That speaks volumes without saying anything.
What I am talking about
Is Jazz.
~Jonathan
They that wait upon you, oh Lord,
Shall daily renew their strength.
They will mount up on wings as eagles,
And Your Glory shall be revealed.
They will run and they shall not grow weary,
They will walk and they shall not faint.
They will mount up on wings as eagles,
And Your Glory shall be revealed!
Let my mouth cry out, “Your Holiness,”
Let my tongue sing forth Your praise!
Let the heavens declare, “You’re glorious,”
And let the earth give praise to Your Name, Amen!
~Jonathan
A story about my life as a missionary in Thailand.
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