Showing posts with label brenda harp. Show all posts
Showing posts with label brenda harp. Show all posts
Sunday, December 17, 2006
For You
March 2006 -
For you, I will bend yet not break; the winds may blow me but I’ll stay
Here on a few still memories made of clay
You hold my heart in your
Hand. . . Here is the moment when we stand
For you, I wait, anticipate; the days between us escalate
This is the beauty of our love, left in haste
You hold my heart in your
Hand. Here is the moment when we
Stand. . . Holding hours so gently
For you, I stand beside anew; The day begins with all that’s true
The window to your precious soul, eyes so kind
You hold my heart in your Hand. Here is the moment when we
Stand. . . Holding hours so gently . . .
This day is gift; it’s all we have
For you, I will bend yet not break; the winds may blow me but I’ll stay
Here on a few still memories made of clay
You hold my heart in your
Hand. . . Here is the moment when we stand
For you, I wait, anticipate; the days between us escalate
This is the beauty of our love, left in haste
You hold my heart in your
Hand. Here is the moment when we
Stand. . . Holding hours so gently
For you, I stand beside anew; The day begins with all that’s true
The window to your precious soul, eyes so kind
You hold my heart in your Hand. Here is the moment when we
Stand. . . Holding hours so gently . . .
This day is gift; it’s all we have
Problem To Paradise
the problem is a visceral view into his soul leaving me wanting
perhaps wanting to give more than receive
with the reception welcome . . . transforming
isn't that how we love? we hope our pouring into another's life might bring remedy
yet there is no panacea for this problem
the potential is everlasting bliss, kiss upon kiss,
lost dependence upon oxygen
perhaps loving more than being loved in return
with the exception overruled with penniless passion
Isn't that how we swim? we dive into the dangerous deep and believe in parody
then awaken to the shallow end as the only potential
the paradise is momentary magic
where two souls unite unencumbered with history
perhaps previous indiscretions are carelessly forgiven while
our perceptions abandoned as we reject the obvious
isn't that how we proceed? we lie to ourselves, this moment may linger longer
yet the paradox remains, never to be paradise
the profoundness is this bedrock of belief found solid, sensual and serene
perhaps holding to ideals sustaining beyond weakness
amidst the pain of this human existence
isn't that how we believe? we hold to a hand out of reach, a smile yet unseen
until our seams meet unscathed betwixt this time and space continuum. . .
therein lies the profoundness of love . . . there is no problem
perhaps wanting to give more than receive
with the reception welcome . . . transforming
isn't that how we love? we hope our pouring into another's life might bring remedy
yet there is no panacea for this problem
the potential is everlasting bliss, kiss upon kiss,
lost dependence upon oxygen
perhaps loving more than being loved in return
with the exception overruled with penniless passion
Isn't that how we swim? we dive into the dangerous deep and believe in parody
then awaken to the shallow end as the only potential
the paradise is momentary magic
where two souls unite unencumbered with history
perhaps previous indiscretions are carelessly forgiven while
our perceptions abandoned as we reject the obvious
isn't that how we proceed? we lie to ourselves, this moment may linger longer
yet the paradox remains, never to be paradise
the profoundness is this bedrock of belief found solid, sensual and serene
perhaps holding to ideals sustaining beyond weakness
amidst the pain of this human existence
isn't that how we believe? we hold to a hand out of reach, a smile yet unseen
until our seams meet unscathed betwixt this time and space continuum. . .
therein lies the profoundness of love . . . there is no problem
In Learning To Trust In The Divine
(nov. 2004) - a few months after the major move. . .
Peace in the pondering
Calm in the storm
Joy in the suffering
Knowing this is where I belong
In Your arms I will linger
Where in Your peace I abide
Here I stand saying . . . thank you
For this unexpected turn
Don’t know how I made these choices
In the loving we learn to be loved
In being loved we learn to love
In the forgiving we learn to be forgiven
In being forgiven we learn to forgive
In the sorrow we learn to embrace joy
Within joy we embrace sorrow
Peace in the pondering
Calm in the storm
Joy in the suffering
Knowing this is where I belong
In Your arms I will linger
Where in Your peace I abide
Here I stand saying . . . thank you
For this unexpected turn
Don’t know how I made these choices
In the loving we learn to be loved
In being loved we learn to love
In the forgiving we learn to be forgiven
In being forgiven we learn to forgive
In the sorrow we learn to embrace joy
Within joy we embrace sorrow
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Transparent CD
So it's finally released and traveling all over the world because of many of my fans sending this CD as a gift. Isn't that amazing how you can make a little music from your heart and it finds its way to connect to people all over the globe? Hopefully soon there will be mp3s available on my website so you can hear clips from Transparent or you may catch some radio play of the new music on independent stations across the country. Otherwise, you could always go to the online store and purchase your own copy. http://www.brendaharp.com
more soon. . .
more soon. . .
Monday, August 15, 2005
Upcoming CD
Well, it's late as usual and i should be getting to sleep. Instead I'm figuring out this blog thing and listening to music - Paul Clark's "Private World." Anyway, soon I will be letting you know about some new music. A few weeks ago I went to Kansas City to record with Paul Clark. We recorded a project with piano and vocal - as you usually hear me playing. The making of the hymns and worship songs was practicallly effortless as all the details surrounding the project just flowed as we worshiped our Maker in the process. Looking forward to sharing those moments with you.
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