The Fires of Winter (a new Christmas Carol)

 I wrote this short little carol today as I delivered mail. I heard the melody in the wind-chimes hanging at one of the first houses on my route and the song developed throughout the course of the day. 

The fires of winter keep the cold away.
Long is the night, short is the day. 
We will bless the Lord because he came to save 
and because the fires of winter keep the cold away. 

The fires of winter keep the wolves at bay.
All through the night we can hear them say, 
"You should bless the Lord because he came to save
and because the fires of winter keep the wolves at bay."

The star of Christmas came to guide the way.
Shining at night for magi on the way. 
We will bless the Lord because he came to save 
and because the star of Christmas came to guide the way. 

How to Celebrate this Christmas

 It certainly feels like Mary’s Magnificat is becoming more and more relevant. 

Singing in the Small and in the Dark

I started writing this song about two weeks ago - but I was sick and couldn't record it. So I wrote more verses. And the cold lingered, so I waited to record it and wrote more verses. I figured I should finally record it, even though I've still got the congestion that won't go away, so that I can stop adding more verses. 

In the silence between your heartbeats
in the space between the time
you might hear a voice
that sounds a bit like mine

Singing in the small and in the dark
a song that's unrehearsed
and what comes back to you 
is the measure of every verse.

Plugged in low and fading fast
the squeeze has caught my heart.
I would like to tell you 
but I don't know where to start. 

Say what you will when time stands still
and shadows cross the floor;
I never knew you then,
you'll never know me more. 

You can hear me or ignore me, 
it doesn't matter either way. 
What was faint and forced
is stronger every day. 

Your greatness has no virtue;
you tell me only lies.
You fill the house with bitterness
and complain when your love dies.

Get in the car and drive away, 
drive on down the road.
Look in the rearview mirror
and watch the world explode. 

Say a prayer to God above 
if you think you've got the right.
Purge the demons from your past
and try to set things right. 

There are things I can't ignore - 
the wormwood and the gall.
I'm trying to remember 
so I can forgive them all. 

Curse the darkness and light a flame; 
it's not an either or.
Every opportunity 
lies just beyond that door. 

The world is spinning round and round
and here we are again. 
Sometimes the light goes out. 
Sometimes the bad guys win. 

There are days and days of nothing 
except for headaches and fever chills.
I've never felt so dirty
or taken so many pills. 

But we will not be overwhelmed 
by the enormity of grief, 
doing justice, loving mercy
and waiting for our relief. 

In the twisting grip of conscience
we know the right from wrong. 
Others choose to suppress it   
but we will sing its song. 

Singing in the small and in the dark
a song I think you've heard
and what comes back around 
is the measure of the word. 

Lord, In Your Mercy

 This is a song I wrote to share with my church this morning. I started it in my pew last Sunday even as our pastor was giving his sermon. The rest of the words came as I was out delivering mail during the week. 

Lord, in your mercy, hear our prayer. 
We invite you to enter.
Quiet the noise at the crowded center; 
slow the pain, let our fear disappear. 

Switchblade dreams and waking nightmares, 
panic attack on the stairs.
The weight of everything we carry 
is more than we can bear.

Lord, in your mercy, hear our prayer. 
We invite you to enter.
Quiet the noise at the crowded center; 
slow the pain, let our fear disappear. 

Riots in the streets, the world's aflame, 
everyone's looking for someone to blame.
We are weak and we are helpless
against the violence done in your good name. 

Lord, in your mercy, hear our prayer. 
We invite you to enter.
Quiet the noise at the crowded center; 
slow the pain, let our fear disappear. 

Hard pressed on every side;
we feel as if we'd died. 
Persecuted, not abandoned; 
you've heard us when we've cried. 

Lord, in your mercy, hear our prayer. 
We invite you to enter.
Quiet the noise at the crowded center; 
slow the pain, let our fear disappear. 

I Don’t Believe America Was Ever Good

 

There’s fog in the morning and I can’t find my way
I hear obscured voices leading me astray
I know there’s danger, I can feel it
I hope there’s beauty but I can’t see it
There’s a mournful church bell toll
as our leaders pledge to troll
                the opposition
I don’t believe America was ever good.

Line her up with all the slaughtering empires of the past
She stands as tall as any
whether governed by an evil one
or voted by a calloused many
                it is the same
And I don’t believe America was ever good.

Walking circles back where we began
There to start the damnable trek again
As day gives way to early night
Our mayhem knives and chaos guns
Can never make us right
Like Babylon, like Herod
We’ll make America great again
                but greatness is not good
I don’t believe America was ever good.

 

Mark 10:18