If you are anything like me, you discover new music via commercials, tv, and movies quite often. The new diamond commercial (when the husband and wife are sitting in the car and he drops the journey diamond pendant in her hand) is a great example. So for any of you who were wondering what song is playing in the background: Landon Pigg, Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop.
You can here it here:
Landon's Myspace
or download it from iTunes.
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Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
Andrew Peterson
Andrew is a man that I have mad respect for as a singer/songwriter. His lyrics love to swim into the deep waters of God's truth and at the same time embrace you like an old (at times extremely funny) friend. Here is a track off of his Christmas album that has been beating in rhythm with my heart this Advent. Enjoy:
Deliver Us
from "Behold the Lamb of God"
Words and music by Andrew Peterson
Lyrics:
Our enemy, our captor is no pharaoh on the Nile
Our toil is neither mud nor brick nor sand
Our ankles bear no calluses from chains, yet Lord, we're bound
Imprisoned here, we dwell in our own land
Deliver us, deliver us
Oh Yahweh, hear our cry
And gather us beneath your wings tonight
Our sins they are more numerous than all the lambs we slay
These shackles they were made with our own hands
Our toil is our atonement and our freedom yours to give
So Yahweh, break your silence if you can
Chorus
'Jerusalem, Jerusalem
How often I have longed
To gather you beneath my gentle wings'
©2004 Andrew Peterson
Deliver Us
from "Behold the Lamb of God"
Words and music by Andrew Peterson
Lyrics:
Our enemy, our captor is no pharaoh on the Nile
Our toil is neither mud nor brick nor sand
Our ankles bear no calluses from chains, yet Lord, we're bound
Imprisoned here, we dwell in our own land
Deliver us, deliver us
Oh Yahweh, hear our cry
And gather us beneath your wings tonight
Our sins they are more numerous than all the lambs we slay
These shackles they were made with our own hands
Our toil is our atonement and our freedom yours to give
So Yahweh, break your silence if you can
Chorus
'Jerusalem, Jerusalem
How often I have longed
To gather you beneath my gentle wings'
©2004 Andrew Peterson
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