<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872209021382442976</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:33:34.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings of a Musician</title><subtitle type='html'>This is just a place for me to write lyrics out, be able to express myself creatively, or reflect on the lyrics already out there...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofamusician.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872209021382442976/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;i barely found all the words i needed&lt;br /&gt;before you could no longer hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our time was cut off&lt;br /&gt;my world fell apart&lt;br /&gt;when does this pain melt away&lt;br /&gt;you were right there&lt;br /&gt;but then you were gone&lt;br /&gt;when God took you I slipped away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was over too soon&lt;br /&gt;my head is spinnin'&lt;br /&gt;you were gone too soon&lt;br /&gt;their lives were just beginnin'&lt;br /&gt;you'll never give them advice&lt;br /&gt;never make 'em think twice&lt;br /&gt;you'll never see one be a groom&lt;br /&gt;why oh why was it over too soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i would have known you were fadin&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't have done things the same&lt;br /&gt;if i would have known that morning&lt;br /&gt;would be the last time you'd say my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would have stayed&lt;br /&gt;right by your side&lt;br /&gt;holding your hand&lt;br /&gt;all through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was over too soon&lt;br /&gt;my head is spinnin'&lt;br /&gt;you were gone too soon&lt;br /&gt;their lives were just beginnin'&lt;br /&gt;you'll never be on the phone&lt;br /&gt;when i'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;you'll never know how i miss you&lt;br /&gt;why oh why was it over too soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this was in His perfect plan&lt;br /&gt;i can't see the whole design&lt;br /&gt;how can my sights be set on love&lt;br /&gt;now that you are not in mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was over too soon&lt;br /&gt;my heart is so tired&lt;br /&gt;you were gone too soon&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't done being inspired&lt;br /&gt;you'll never help me make it through&lt;br /&gt;never show me the way&lt;br /&gt;you'll never show me the way through&lt;br /&gt;why oh why was it over too soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, why oh why was it over too soon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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soon'/><author><name>mi*chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665102116682478215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8RFYzR4cvYM/SVABs4fIk1I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Lr_eVnwlpWk/S220/Mommy+and+Maya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872209021382442976.post-1257647082862984144</id><published>2007-12-14T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T22:23:12.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Mercies</title><content type='html'>I can't find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;No more walking my own way&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything right&lt;br /&gt;Get me out of this lonely night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to show me, God.&lt;br /&gt;The long road lays untrod.&lt;br /&gt;I can't take one step more.&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel like this any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promised....&lt;br /&gt;To take good care of me.&lt;br /&gt;To guide me but I can't see.&lt;br /&gt;I'm searchin..&lt;br /&gt;Each morning I expect a change&lt;br /&gt;But I'm left with all this rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is follow&lt;br /&gt;I can't. I am so hollow.&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is follow&lt;br /&gt;I can't. I am so hollow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each morning is supposed to be &lt;br /&gt;Filled with those new mercies&lt;br /&gt;All I feel is pain.&lt;br /&gt;Get me out of the dark night rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up to find &lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;Take away this pain.&lt;br /&gt;Take away the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promised....&lt;br /&gt;To take good care of me.&lt;br /&gt;To guide me but I can't see.&lt;br /&gt;I'm searchin..&lt;br /&gt;Each morning I expect a change&lt;br /&gt;But I'm left with all this rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is follow&lt;br /&gt;I can't. I am so hollow.&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is follow&lt;br /&gt;I can't. I am so hollow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2872209021382442976-1257647082862984144?l=musingsofamusician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofamusician.blogspot.com/feeds/1257647082862984144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2872209021382442976&amp;postID=1257647082862984144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872209021382442976/posts/default/1257647082862984144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872209021382442976/posts/default/1257647082862984144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofamusician.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-mercies.html' title='New Mercies'/><author><name>mi*chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665102116682478215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8RFYzR4cvYM/SVABs4fIk1I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Lr_eVnwlpWk/S220/Mommy+and+Maya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872209021382442976.post-5874694763596161754</id><published>2007-09-05T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T19:02:28.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>I can't take another day.&lt;br /&gt;Watching you slip away.&lt;br /&gt;All the life I've ever known&lt;br /&gt;Feeling nothing like my own.&lt;br /&gt;Hear the bad news come in waves&lt;br /&gt;All along he says, "God saves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more outside for me.&lt;br /&gt;This is not what's supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;Want to watch him grow old and gray&lt;br /&gt;Hear advice and help me pray&lt;br /&gt;Time to move but all is numb&lt;br /&gt;I want out, I want to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing left inside.&lt;br /&gt;Just an empty place to hide.&lt;br /&gt;God take it all away.&lt;br /&gt;I can't face the day to day.&lt;br /&gt;It's no use talking to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Where does it stop, where does this end?&lt;br /&gt;God it's time to make me see&lt;br /&gt;Why do I hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Why do You let me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop the lies, stop the cliches&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hear of your sad days&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see that I don't care&lt;br /&gt;All I need now isn't there&lt;br /&gt;Can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get up off this floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing left inside.&lt;br /&gt;Just an empty place to hide.&lt;br /&gt;God take it all away.&lt;br /&gt;I can't face the day to day.&lt;br /&gt;It's no use talking to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Where does it stop, where does this end?&lt;br /&gt;God it's time to make me see&lt;br /&gt;Why do I hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Why do You let me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If there's one thing I believe&lt;br /&gt;It's that You never want me to leave&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to understand just why&lt;br /&gt;Why did he have to die?&lt;br /&gt;Guess I have to make You mine&lt;br /&gt;Can't live through him - now it's my time&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta live like it's my life&lt;br /&gt;Like I am Yours and You are mine&lt;br /&gt;Can't hide behind my old facade&lt;br /&gt;Now and always You're my God&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to fill this pain&lt;br /&gt;Except for You. It's Your time to reign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So when there's nothing left inside.&lt;br /&gt;Just an empty place to hide.&lt;br /&gt;God can take it all away.&lt;br /&gt;When you can't face the day to day.&lt;br /&gt;It's no use talking to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Where does it stop, where does this end?&lt;br /&gt;God it's time, He'll make you see&lt;br /&gt;Why do You hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Because so does He&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not thrilled with the last line...working on it....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2872209021382442976-5874694763596161754?l=musingsofamusician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofamusician.blogspot.com/feeds/5874694763596161754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2872209021382442976&amp;postID=5874694763596161754&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872209021382442976/posts/default/5874694763596161754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872209021382442976/posts/default/5874694763596161754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofamusician.blogspot.com/2007/09/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>mi*chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665102116682478215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8RFYzR4cvYM/SVABs4fIk1I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Lr_eVnwlpWk/S220/Mommy+and+Maya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872209021382442976.post-1803729475643752823</id><published>2007-06-13T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T20:40:22.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;...is a strong and mighty tower&lt;br /&gt;...is a shelter like no other&lt;br /&gt;.........Nothing has the power to save....&lt;br /&gt;like Your Name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2872209021382442976-1803729475643752823?l=musingsofamusician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofamusician.blogspot.com/feeds/1803729475643752823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2872209021382442976&amp;postID=1803729475643752823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872209021382442976/posts/default/1803729475643752823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872209021382442976/posts/default/1803729475643752823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofamusician.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-name.html' title='You Name'/><author><name>mi*chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665102116682478215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8RFYzR4cvYM/SVABs4fIk1I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Lr_eVnwlpWk/S220/Mommy+and+Maya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872209021382442976.post-5637532768607370084</id><published>2007-04-06T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T14:18:20.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My purpose</title><content type='html'>The moment I realized My reflection was in His eyes &lt;br /&gt;And the pain He bore would have been just for me&lt;br /&gt;The second I understand It was always in His plan&lt;br /&gt;To save me from myself and help me to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves me now and He loved me then&lt;br /&gt;When you think about it, it's always been so&lt;br /&gt;In Heaven, on earth, and on that tree&lt;br /&gt;When you look through Jesus' eyes, that's when you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life was always meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were always meant to see.&lt;br /&gt;My hands were always meant to serve.&lt;br /&gt;My mind was always meant to learn.&lt;br /&gt;In Heaven, on earth, and on that tree&lt;br /&gt;When you look through Jesus' eyes, that's when you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for Your mercy&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for Your grace&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for forgivenes&lt;br /&gt;When guilt covered my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life was always meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were always meant to see.&lt;br /&gt;My hands were always meant to serve.&lt;br /&gt;My mind was always meant to learn.&lt;br /&gt;In Heaven, on earth, and on that tree&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look through Jesus' eyes, that's when I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2872209021382442976-5637532768607370084?l=musingsofamusician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofamusician.blogspot.com/feeds/5637532768607370084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2872209021382442976&amp;postID=5637532768607370084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872209021382442976/posts/default/5637532768607370084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872209021382442976/posts/default/5637532768607370084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofamusician.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-purpose.html' title='My purpose'/><author><name>mi*chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665102116682478215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8RFYzR4cvYM/SVABs4fIk1I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Lr_eVnwlpWk/S220/Mommy+and+Maya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872209021382442976.post-5704317176770169227</id><published>2007-01-29T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T21:05:47.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Singing</title><content type='html'>This is by MercyMe on their "Undone" album.  I had forgotten about it, but rediscovered how much it spoke to me.  God really uses them to sing some powerful lyrics.  You should look it up and download it if you don't have it.  The piano is amazing and simple and worshipful.  I love it.  Hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another rainy day&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall having sunchine on my face&lt;br /&gt;And all I feel is pain&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is walk out of this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I am stuck&lt;br /&gt;And Ican't move&lt;br /&gt;When I don't know what I should do&lt;br /&gt;When I wonder if I'll ever make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta keep singing&lt;br /&gt;I gotta keep praising Your name&lt;br /&gt;You're the One that's keeping my heart beating&lt;br /&gt;I gotta keep singing&lt;br /&gt;I gotta keep praising Your name&lt;br /&gt;That's the only way that I find healing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I climb up in Your lap?&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna leave&lt;br /&gt;Jesus sing over me.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta keep singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I climb up in Your lap?&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna leave&lt;br /&gt;Jesus sing over me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, You're everything I need&lt;br /&gt;And I gotta keep singing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2872209021382442976-5704317176770169227?l=musingsofamusician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofamusician.blogspot.com/feeds/5704317176770169227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2872209021382442976&amp;postID=5704317176770169227&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872209021382442976/posts/default/5704317176770169227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872209021382442976/posts/default/5704317176770169227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofamusician.blogspot.com/2007/01/keep-singing.html' title='Keep Singing'/><author><name>mi*chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665102116682478215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8RFYzR4cvYM/SVABs4fIk1I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Lr_eVnwlpWk/S220/Mommy+and+Maya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872209021382442976.post-2589908001047399931</id><published>2006-12-17T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T15:46:20.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wonder As I Wander</title><content type='html'>One of the most haunting melodies and stirring pieces of lyrics I have ever come across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder as I wander out under the sky&lt;br /&gt;How Jesus the Saviour did come for to die&lt;br /&gt;For poor on'ry people like you and like I;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder as I wander out under the sky &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mary birthed Jesus 'twas in a cow's stall&lt;br /&gt;With wise men and farmers and shepherds and all&lt;br /&gt;But high from God's heaven, a star's light did fall&lt;br /&gt;And the promise of ages it then did recall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Jesus had wanted for any wee thing&lt;br /&gt;A star in the sky or a bird on the wing&lt;br /&gt;Or all of God's Angels in heaven to sing&lt;br /&gt;He surely could have it, 'cause he was the King &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2872209021382442976-2589908001047399931?l=musingsofamusician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofamusician.blogspot.com/feeds/2589908001047399931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2872209021382442976&amp;postID=2589908001047399931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872209021382442976/posts/default/2589908001047399931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872209021382442976/posts/default/2589908001047399931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofamusician.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-wonder-as-i-wander.html' title='I Wonder As I Wander'/><author><name>mi*chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665102116682478215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8RFYzR4cvYM/SVABs4fIk1I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Lr_eVnwlpWk/S220/Mommy+and+Maya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872209021382442976.post-7380039814480114799</id><published>2006-11-27T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T18:04:20.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Top 5</title><content type='html'>Christmas Songs of all time:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Carol of the Bells&lt;br /&gt;2.  O Holy Night&lt;br /&gt;3.  Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire (officially, "The Christmas Song")&lt;br /&gt;4.  Santa Baby&lt;br /&gt;5.  It's Cold Outside&lt;br /&gt;6.  Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!&lt;br /&gt;7.  It Came Upon a Midnight Clear&lt;br /&gt;8.  Away in a Manger&lt;br /&gt;9.  Nut Cracker Suite&lt;br /&gt;10.  Hallelujah Chorus (I realize that it is often sung at Easter, but it can be my favorite for two seasons...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who was I kidding?  You're talking to a music person.  I can't hold it to just 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2872209021382442976-7380039814480114799?l=musingsofamusician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofamusician.blogspot.com/feeds/7380039814480114799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2872209021382442976&amp;postID=7380039814480114799&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872209021382442976/posts/default/7380039814480114799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872209021382442976/posts/default/7380039814480114799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofamusician.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-top-5.html' title='My Top 5'/><author><name>mi*chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665102116682478215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8RFYzR4cvYM/SVABs4fIk1I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Lr_eVnwlpWk/S220/Mommy+and+Maya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872209021382442976.post-6970393892123200534</id><published>2006-11-15T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:36:37.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody explain it to me, please</title><content type='html'>I don't understand why people can be more involved and "in" to the music at a James Taylor, Rolling Stones, KISS, 50 Cent, Beyonce, ___(fill in the blank)___ concert than while worshiping our Creator.  They would rather talk and yawn through it....they'd rather complain that it's too loud (I wonder if they would say that to Big and Rich) or that it's "Not their style" - or whatever.  I am at a loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only observation?  Get over it.  You aren't gonna like Heaven if you don't like praisin' and singin' - and there may be only one style - one song for that matter!  Get over yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the rant.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2872209021382442976-6970393892123200534?l=musingsofamusician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofamusician.blogspot.com/feeds/6970393892123200534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2872209021382442976&amp;postID=6970393892123200534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872209021382442976/posts/default/6970393892123200534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872209021382442976/posts/default/6970393892123200534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofamusician.blogspot.com/2006/11/somebody-explain-it-to-me-please.html' title='Somebody explain it to me, please'/><author><name>mi*chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665102116682478215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8RFYzR4cvYM/SVABs4fIk1I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Lr_eVnwlpWk/S220/Mommy+and+Maya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872209021382442976.post-5541608282502888178</id><published>2006-11-05T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T20:18:35.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carefree</title><content type='html'>The idea of being carefree and joyful has been one that I have really wanted to explore musically lately...I think it's because I feel the need to let God's joy be MY joy and to let God handle the big stuff and the small stuff...Why worry?  Christians are some of the gloomiest people I know.  Why is that?  I think the world would be full of MORE of us if we weren't so sour...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2872209021382442976-5541608282502888178?l=musingsofamusician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofamusician.blogspot.com/feeds/5541608282502888178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2872209021382442976&amp;postID=5541608282502888178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872209021382442976/posts/default/5541608282502888178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872209021382442976/posts/default/5541608282502888178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofamusician.blogspot.com/2006/11/carefree.html' title='Carefree'/><author><name>mi*chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665102116682478215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8RFYzR4cvYM/SVABs4fIk1I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Lr_eVnwlpWk/S220/Mommy+and+Maya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872209021382442976.post-6219413789179346809</id><published>2006-10-30T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T07:29:47.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Joy</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna leave all this world has to give me&lt;br /&gt;Gonna leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna lose all the guilt and the suffering&lt;br /&gt;Gonna throw it all aside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes down to it I have a choice to make&lt;br /&gt;I can sink or I can swim&lt;br /&gt;When the rubber meets the road I have one path to take&lt;br /&gt;My choice is to follow Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want His joy.  I want His joy.&lt;br /&gt;Time to make a decision&lt;br /&gt;I want His joy.  His joy.&lt;br /&gt;Time to see with His vision.&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all behind.  Use His eyes as mine.&lt;br /&gt;I want His joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2872209021382442976-6219413789179346809?l=musingsofamusician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofamusician.blogspot.com/feeds/6219413789179346809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2872209021382442976&amp;postID=6219413789179346809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872209021382442976/posts/default/6219413789179346809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872209021382442976/posts/default/6219413789179346809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofamusician.blogspot.com/2006/10/his-joy.html' title='His Joy'/><author><name>mi*chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665102116682478215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8RFYzR4cvYM/SVABs4fIk1I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Lr_eVnwlpWk/S220/Mommy+and+Maya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872209021382442976.post-8831476244496975229</id><published>2006-10-24T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T18:58:35.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only You</title><content type='html'>V 1:&lt;br /&gt;They say "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger."&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I don't want this any longer&lt;br /&gt;"It's not the end of the world," "It's who you know."&lt;br /&gt;"Someday you'll understand." I say, "It hurts to grow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You've gone before me why is the path unclear?&lt;br /&gt;If You've provided my needs why am I filled with fear?&lt;br /&gt;It's not about the getting, it's all their taking.&lt;br /&gt;All these doubts...inside I'm breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C1:&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that my sights are lost?&lt;br /&gt;Could it be I'm shaky and tossed?&lt;br /&gt;Bring me back toYour steady plan.&lt;br /&gt;Reach out so I can take Your hand.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to be gripped by fear.&lt;br /&gt;I just have to let You near.&lt;br /&gt;I fix my eyes on You.&lt;br /&gt;Only You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3:&lt;br /&gt;I've heard it said that love is blind.&lt;br /&gt;From where I stand, You're not the kind&lt;br /&gt;To veil Your truth, to mask Your grace.&lt;br /&gt;No, love is pouring out from Your face.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not listening to any more of their lies,&lt;br /&gt;Loving something doesn't mean letting it fly.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold on tight and never let it go&lt;br /&gt;You are the One, the One I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C2:&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that my sights were lost?&lt;br /&gt;Could it be I was shaky and tossed?&lt;br /&gt;Bring me back toYour steady plan.&lt;br /&gt;Reach out so I can take Your hand.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to be gripped by fear.&lt;br /&gt;I just have to let You near.&lt;br /&gt;I fix my eyes on You.&lt;br /&gt;Only You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2872209021382442976-8831476244496975229?l=musingsofamusician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofamusician.blogspot.com/feeds/8831476244496975229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2872209021382442976&amp;postID=8831476244496975229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872209021382442976/posts/default/8831476244496975229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872209021382442976/posts/default/8831476244496975229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofamusician.blogspot.com/2006/10/only-you.html' title='Only You'/><author><name>mi*chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665102116682478215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8RFYzR4cvYM/SVABs4fIk1I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Lr_eVnwlpWk/S220/Mommy+and+Maya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2872209021382442976.post-6919368857152033633</id><published>2006-10-18T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T20:52:24.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just When</title><content type='html'>I'm the empty one.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the back row.&lt;br /&gt;I know it will soon pass.&lt;br /&gt;But for now this is all so&lt;br /&gt;Draining. Tiring. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel something..&lt;br /&gt;Anthing. I'd even&lt;br /&gt;Settle for mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all just become this way of life.&lt;br /&gt;Can't put the pieces back all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I think I slipped Your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Just when I think I was left behind.&lt;br /&gt;Just when I think I'm so far away&lt;br /&gt;You walk before me, I hear You say,&lt;br /&gt;"Hang on. I'm still your friend."&lt;br /&gt;Just then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how life seems&lt;br /&gt;To pull me outside.&lt;br /&gt;When I just want to fall&lt;br /&gt;In Your arms and hide.&lt;br /&gt;Take this away,&lt;br /&gt;I've grown colder and colder&lt;br /&gt;Help me to place&lt;br /&gt;This hurt on Your shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all just become this way of life.&lt;br /&gt;Can't put the pieces back all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I think I slipped Your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Just when I think I was left behind.&lt;br /&gt;Just when I think I'm so far away&lt;br /&gt;You walk before me, I hear You say,&lt;br /&gt;"Don't fear. I'm still your friend."&lt;br /&gt;Just then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm clinging by a thread&lt;br /&gt;Dangling on a prayer&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding my breath&lt;br /&gt;Lord, show me You care&lt;br /&gt;I believe in Your mercy.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in Your grace.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to look past&lt;br /&gt;To see Your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;Just when I think I slipped Your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Just when I think I was left behind.&lt;br /&gt;Just when I think I'm so far away&lt;br /&gt;You walk before me, I hear You say,&lt;br /&gt;"Here I am. I'm still your friend."&lt;br /&gt;Just then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2872209021382442976-6919368857152033633?l=musingsofamusician.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofamusician.blogspot.com/feeds/6919368857152033633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2872209021382442976&amp;postID=6919368857152033633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872209021382442976/posts/default/6919368857152033633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2872209021382442976/posts/default/6919368857152033633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofamusician.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-when.html' title='Just When'/><author><name>mi*chelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03665102116682478215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8RFYzR4cvYM/SVABs4fIk1I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Lr_eVnwlpWk/S220/Mommy+and+Maya.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
