happiness can't compete with joy salvaged
in my darkest hour
God's grace dismantles all guilt, shame and fear
with open arms, He says 'welcome home'
such hope bring forths a new sentence to fulfil:
we are prepositions carrying our humble beginnings
to our crumbled endings
and our broken endings
to
full beginnings
theres nothing like the feeling you get when you see your the only one who still listens to this
its this one...
Ha, I'm the 666th play. Neat.
spent the afternoon coming back to all these oldies. feels good. love you joel
real dope
ahh
refave <3
coming back to this again and again, soothes the soul and the mind
so pure.. love the guitar
beautiful words. sounds like it's about individual inner success. the progression in this song makes for a good mental adventure.
you are anointed...
I feel like I'm about to sink into my chair from listening to this. <3
kinda melancholic... I miss my home :(
.. wow. the second bit really gets me