Fallow Ground

Fallow Ground by Don Harris and Rod Mackert. Guitar and Vocals by Rod Mackert.

Lord, there’s fallow ground in my heart
The soil of my soul is hard and dry
Come and do a work with your plow
Then let it rain on my fallow ground

Lord, there’s secret sin in my life
There’s a shadow of shame in my eye
Come and break the soil of this barren heart of mine
Let it rain on my fallow ground

(Chorus)
My soul has grown uncaring
My heart has grown so cold
My prayers now too familiar
Seem meaningless and old
But, lord, you’re my redeemer
So, let the rains come down
And bring the fruits of righteousness
In this man’s fallow ground

Lord, I have this emptiness inside
I’ve given place to bitterness and pride
Come into this barren land you’ve found
Let it rain on my fallow ground

(Chorus)

Lord, search my heart and see
If there’s any wicked way in me
Bring your sweet revival
And let it rain on me

copyright 2003 Donald Paul Harris

Holy Fire

Music by Cindy Wilkinson

Holy Fire burn my sin away
Light my heart where shadows still remain
Light the way into your holy place
Holy Fire make me whole

Holy Fire sanctify my praise
Cast away all my rebelliousness
Guide my feet down paths of righteousness
Holy Fire make me whole

Consume me with your holy fire
Redeem and set free my desires
Teach me to live a holy life
And find joy in sacrifice
Holy Fire make me holy
Holy Fire make me whole

Holy Fire sing over me
Make my song a worthy offering
Cast every spark of strange fire out of me
Holy fire make me holy
Holy fire make me holy
Holy fire make me holy
Holy fire make me whole

September 16, 2018
copyright 2018 Donald Paul Harris

Time and Tide

No scarring blade or scorching flame
Can wipe the memory of your name
Oceans rise and mountains fall
Still I hear your whispered call

Pale moon rise as dark shapes fly
Between bright diamonds in a star-pocked sky
Bare trees dance as the cold wind blows
Second chance is granted to the heart that knows

Time and tide wait for no man
Long ships sail towards fertile lands
Sea waves crash against painted shields
Tides will turn but the sea never yields

No howling beast; no serpent’s fang
Can snatch away this burning flame
Our love lives on in the wind and sea
Our waves beat on the shores eternally

Time and tide wait for no man
Long ships sail towards fertile lands
Sea waves crash against painted shields
Tides will turn but the sea never yields

Copyright 2018 Donald Paul Harris

To The Ends Of The Earth

What do you see when you open your eyes
And look towards the gathering skies
Can you see the stars and hear their burning cry?
Each star that formed in the distant past
And from its core starlight was cast
Through the eons traveled to find your searching eyes

To the ends of the earth where dragons be
Howling winds toss a raging sea
Lots are cast for destiny
But your love is ever with me
To the ends of the earth where dragons fly
Spirits reign over earth and sky
Time is lost to eternity
And forever all time shall it be

Come along with me we’ll sail the sea
As we journey long to our destiny
Will it be great fortune or eternal infamy?
So open wide an enquiring mind
And lay your assumptions gently aside
You will never learn ’til your eyes are ready to see

But your love is ever with me
And forever all time shall it be

copyright 2018 Donald Paul Harris

The Bard

A bard, a druid, a magic man
Gazed across the sea
His harp, Clarsah, was in his hand
His fingers strummed her nine bronze strings

The music fought the wind for supremacy
Turned the sea mist into voices of deep longing
The embodiment of living melancholy
Underneath was an insistent beat
Like the thud of a mighty heartbeat

The people on the shore heard music on the wind
They wondered where it could be coming from
The people stopped their work and tried to comprehend
From the sea there came the echo of drums

I never heard a harp like that before
A woman’s cry of courage, hope, and fear
There’s never been music like that before
It’s almost too beautiful to bear

Is this music a warrior’s eulogy?
Or a woman bearing a child?
The Bard kept playing on the harp’s nine strings
Music radiant, sensual, and wild

12/23/2017

Time Machine

If I had a time machine
I’d visit with the future me
To see what kind of man I had become

I’d buy a cup of coffee for me
Maybe share a biscuit
While we talked

I’d ask “How is it with my soul,
Now that I’m old and all my days
On earth are nearly done?”

What would the old me have to say
About the way I chose
To spend my days?

What wisdom would I share with me
To help me see
The path I should take?

What sage advice would I give me
To help me see
What difference I could make?

If I had a time machine
I’d visit with the future me
To read the epitaph on my grave

Would it say “He lived a life of purpose
and Glory unto God”
Or “What a waste”?

If I had a time machine
If I had a time machine

copyright 2017 Donald Paul Harris

Ode To Bacon

This is a song about something all men love
We can’t go through life without it
We don’t want to live without it
Women don’t understand, but it’s what we love
And never has there been a time when we got enough…

Bacon
Sweet salty bacon
That pig-flavored strip of
artery-choking love
Bacon
Oh crispy bacon
Bring on a rasher for I am a
connoisseur of
Bacon, Bacon, oh bacon

So cure it and smoke it, then slice it and fry it
Despite the fact all the health experts decry it
You’ll be so convinced that you just can’t deny it
You know there’s a bacon that fits in your diet
But take my advice, Tofu Bacon – don’t try it

Bacon
Sweet salty bacon
That pig-flavored strip of
artery-choking love
Bacon
Oh crispy bacon
Bring on a rasher for I am a
connoisseur of
Bacon, Bacon, oh bacon

copyright 2017 Donald Paul Harris

Another Monday Morning

Well, it’s another Monday morning
Clock goes off without a warning
So I drag myself from bed and put on clothes
Then I make a pot of coffee
To wake up my sleepy body
Mondays are a drag but that’s just how it goes
So I get myself ready for the day
And I take it easy as I make my way

Work goes much as I expected
Keep my inner calm collected
As I deal with people’s problems on the phone
When I fix ’em I’m a hero
If I can’t I’m such a zero
It’s an attitude I will not make my own

And I move slow and steady through my day
Thankful the work helps to pass the time away

Soon the time is right for leaving
And I can’t help but believing
That tomorrow’s going to be much better still
Seems there’s something about Monday
I might figure it out someday
But the better bet is that I never will

Still, the day moves towards the setting sun
And the moon brings a smile when evening comes

As the cool night air is falling
And I hear the night birds calling
I reflect back on this day that I survived
Nothing really tragic happened
To my pleasant circumstances
But I’m blessed like that and really not surprised

So I make myself ready for some sleep
And I pray to the Lord my soul to keep

I wake up to Tuesday morning
Clock goes off without a warning…

copyright 2017 Donald Paul Harris