This is my birthday song. one of those songs you can’t stop playing because it puts words to how you feel and it’s a really good song, musically.
Sleeping at Last- Aperture. happiness is somewhere i have been before- a blurry photograph that i have since ignored. i’ll carefully adjust the aperture once more, until i set the record straight.
i’ll brush aside the dim, make room for the bright. i’ll be an editor, no, a curator of light. i’ll let my better angels always set me right, until i even out the score. until i even out the score.
God, it has been quite a year- i’ve lived a little bit and i’ve died a little more. i know that i’ve asked it before, but please let the scale tip here in my favor.
what was once the sweetest melody i’ve heard is now a memory reduced to little words. i’ll tune the orchestra and play the overture, until i pinpoint every note.
give me the heart of an archeologist, that i may dig until i prove that i exist. a subterranean cathedral in my midst, where echos come to rest. where echos come to rest. is this where echoes come to rest?
We only know a portion of the truth, and what we say about God is always incomplete. But when the Complete arrives, our incompletes will be canceled...But for right now, until that completeness, we have three things to do to lead us towards that consummation: TRUST steadily in God, HOPE unswervingly, LOVE extravangantly.