Music Never Dies

A young songwriter died today
Nasty wreck took her life away
She had so much more to say
Now her voice is gone

She was young and full of life
Had that sparkle in her eye
Played guitar and sang so bright
Poured her life into her songs

Play; Play your music
Play on through the night
Play; Play on music
Music never dies; music never dies

Raise a glass and lift a prayer
For young songwriters everywhere
Sing your songs and fill the air
Pour your life into your songs

Play; Play your music
Play on through the night
Play; Play on music
Music never dies; music never dies

copyright 2013 Donald Paul Harris

Mary’s Hair

She walked in the room and found his place
She sat at his feet and looked up on his face
His eyes told a story of mercy and grace
And she knew what she came here to do

She took out the vessel and broke it in two
A sweet soft aroma spilled through the room
She cried as she wiped the oil on his feet
Then dried them off with her hair

chorus
(and) Nothing smelled as sweet as Mary’s hair and Jesus’ feet
The fragrance of forgiveness filled the air
But no one there could understand the sacrifice displayed
1 – No one knew the reason she was there
2 – Jesus was anointed for the grave

They waited and listened to what he would say
(was this) Extravagant love or extravagant waste?
Why would he let himself be seen this way?
Surely this could be sold for the poor

He looked down at Mary and smiled at her gift
Where could he find more with faith like this?
“Let her alone,” he said tenderly
“She’s kept this for my buriel day”

copyright 2013 Donald Paul Harris

Drunkards Song

Drunkards Song – DOCX file

This is a very rough initial recording… Ben Crawford on guitar and singing.

A Psalm of Lament and Hope
Inspired by Psalm 69

I carry the scorn and shame on my head
For you have adorned me with trembling and dread
My sin is before me all the day long
And I am the drunkard’s song

My bones waste away and my face has gone slack
I carry the weight of my sin on my back
My friends turn away and join in the throng
Singing the drunkard’s song

chorus:
Oh, Lord, I lift my soul to you
Carry me through this pain
Grant me a heart renewed
Restore my soul again
Restore my soul again

I put on the sackcloth; I weep and I fast
How long, oh Lord, will this suffering last?
I stand for what’s right but am counted as wrong
For I am the Drunkards Song

The darkness surrounds me and blots out the sky
The waters flow ’round me and threaten my life
My tears flow like rivers all the day long
I am the Drunkards Song

Bridge
My heart is steadfast, Lord
My only hope is you
My heart is steadfast, Lord
My only hope is you

Copyright Donald Paul Harris 2013