Great song lyrics…..

I blogged a few weeks ago about me taking my daughters to the Matthew West concert. I have had his new CD The Story of Your Life in my car now since then and have enjoyed the entire compilation of stories. I like the chorus lyrics to track 10 The Reason For The World.

There are no words in times like these
When tears don’t hide the tragedies
And all you want is a reason for the world

No comfort in the greeting card
Cause God is good
But life’s still hard
and your heart just wants a reason for the world

Maybe the reason for the pain
Is so we would pray for strength
And maybe the reason for the strength
Is so that we would not lose hope
And maybe the reason for all hope
Is so that we could face the world
And the reason for the world
Is to make us long for home

For God so loved your broken heart
He sent his son to where you are
and he died
To give a reason for the world

So lift your sorrows to the one
Whose plan for you has just begun
And rests here in the hands that hold the world

Maybe the reason for the pain
Is so we would pray for strength
And maybe the reason for the strength
Is so that we would not lose hope
And maybe the reason for all hope
Is so that we could face the world
And the reason for the world
Is to make us long for home

Well I know your past the point of broken
Surrounded by your frea
I know you’re faint and tired and lonely
from the road that you walked down here
But just keep your eyes on heaven
and know that you are not alone
remember the reason for the world

No ear has heard
No eye has seen
Not even in your wildest dreams
A beauty that awaits beyond this world
When you look into the eyes of grace
and hear the voice of mercy say
Child, welcome to the reason for the world

…..Dan at aslowerpace dot net

Two Houses lyrics…..

I was blessed enough to take my daughters to a Matthew West and Josh Wilson concert tonight. I have more to blog about but I wanted to immediately post lyrics to an impactful song Matthew West played called “Two Houses”. It is about divorce from a child’s perspective. Any couples thinking about that as an option for them need to hear this song first.

Two Houses
Matthew West

Well mom found her a new place to live
and dad found him a new girlfriend
looks like everybody’s moving on

and it’s hey look on the bright side kid
now you’ve got two Christmases
and it’s every other weekend from now on

Yeah, but all i want
is the way it was


when love would always last forever
and families stayed together
back to the day before two houses
when you held my hands when i was little
before i got caught in the middle
somewhere in between two houses
cause these two houses
sure don’t feel like home

Wide eyed wonder grows up fast
trust is shy and nothing lasts
and im thinking maybe it was all my fault

And will i ever get back to
The innocence that ionce knew
Before that summer turned into the fall

But when i close my eyes
I go back in time

When love would always last forever
And families stayed together
Back to the day before two houses
When they held my hands and i was little
Before I got caught in the middle
Somewhere in between two houses
Cause these two houses
Sure don’t feel like home

I heard about love that never leaves
So I’m asking you to show me
And talkin to you down here on my knees
Feels like you’ve always known me

When love would always last forever
And families stayed together
Back to the day before two houses
When you held my hands when i was little
Before I got caught in the middle
Somewhere in between two houses
These two houses
These two houses

But tonight my heart has finally found a home

…..Dan at aslowerpace dot net

Happy 29th ;-) Birthday to my wife!…..

Today is my wife’s birthday. And because she is my “Happily Ever After”, I took the day off work today to do whatever she wanted me to do.

Did we go shopping? No.
Did she want me to take her on a day trip somewhere? No.
Did she want to laze around the pool and have me bring her cool drinks and fan her with a palm leaf? No.

What she wanted was for me to tackle something on her honey-do list — clean the garage. I didn’t put up much of a fuss because the garage is my domain and I thought it would be cool to hang in the garage all day and get it straightened out.

Boy did I get a surprise when she clarified that she wanted me to CLEAN the garage. That meant sweeping, wiping down the walls of the cobwebs, cleaning the windows (including the channels where flies, wasps and other flying insects go to die), as well as throwing stuff away and organizing.

It would have been easier if I had gone to work today!

So I arose at 5:30am, took her and the family to breakfast, and have been eagerly at it in detail since then. It is slow going but I think I really impressed her. She returned from the grocery store and said “Now THAT’S what I’m talkin’ about!”.

Luckily, we are breaking early for “linner” (the flip side of brunch) to go to her favorite place — Cheesecake Factory.

And while I have been out in the garage, I have been streaming miscellaneous country music from one of my favorite artists, Brad Paisley. The song below came on and I recite the lyrics in tribute to my wife on her birthday.

Brad Paisley
“She’s Everything”

She’s a yellow pair of running shoes
A holey pair of jeans
She looks great in cheap sunglasses
She looks great in anything
She’s I want a piece of chocolate
Take me to a movie
She’s I can’t find a thing to wear
Now and then she’s moody

She’s a Saturn with a sunroof
With her brown hair a-blowing
She’s a soft place to land
And a good feeling knowing
She’s a warm conversation
That I wouldn’t miss for nothing
She’s a fighter when she’s mad
And she’s a lover when she’s loving

[Chorus]
And she’s everything I ever wanted
And everything I need
I talk about her, I go on and on and on
‘Cause she’s everything to me

She’s a Saturday out on the town
And a church girl on Sunday
She’s a cross around her neck
And a cuss word ’cause its Monday
She’s a bubble bath and candles
Baby come and kiss me
She’s a one glass of wine
And she’s feeling kinda tipsy

She’s the giver I wish I could be
And the stealer of the covers
She’s a picture in my wallet
Of my unborn children’s mother
She’s the hand that I’m holding
When I’m on my knees and praying
She’s the answer to my prayer
And she’s the song that I’m playing

[Repeat chorus]

She’s the voice I love to hear
Someday when I’m ninety
She’s that wooden rocking chair
I want rocking right beside me
Everyday that passes
I only love her more
Yeah, she’s the one
That I’d lay down my own life for

And she’s everything I ever wanted
And everything I need
She’s everything to me
Yeah she’s everything to me

Everything I ever wanted
And everything I need
She’s everything to me

Happy Birthday, my love! I love you bigger than the mountains!

…..Dan at aslowerpace dot net

A hard day…..

I sit here late at night posting for two reasons. One – the medication I am taking for my sinus infection has me up. Two – even after a tough day, I have so many reasons to be thankful.

At work today, there were many tough decisions that had to be made — more so than usual. These were the kind that weigh upon you and take that bit of extra energy and analysis. And to make sure I was thinking on my feet, the day threw in a couple of curveballs too related to property stuff we still need to get resolved back in California. The constant barrage of challenges with the need to “be on and be right” all day sure had an impact. It wasn’t a bad day like those we sometimes have, but it was just a tough day that makes you earn every copper penny of your day’s pay. I was very glad THAT part of the day was over when I got in my truck and headed my familiar daily pilgrimage home on the two lane country roads. But the day still had one or two left for me — slow poke country drivers that is — to test me. And while I was keeping my right foot light, resisting the urge to pass at the next available broken yellow, a country song I had never heard came on regarding our kids and truly enjoying the beings that they are. Below are the lyrics and it really set me straight.

It really set me back to the proper frame of mind I needed to be in. And as I arrived home, I received my most favorite present once again — my kids, along with the dogs, running alongside my truck as I drove up the gravel drive, smiling, waving and yelling excitement as if I was the ice cream man on a hot July day giving out free treats. I exited my truck to little grabbing hands wanting hugs and wagging tails, walked over to my wife who was bundled for the 38F degree sunny day, gave her a big hug and told her I was the luckiest man alive.

I don’t deserve this and I expect to have to work twice as hard tomorrow…..which I’ll gladly do.

Just remember, your kids don’t care how big your office is, how much money you make, how many meetings you went to, where you are on the corporate totem pole, whether you swept the floors, built the floors, or paid for the floors. They just love you for you and the time you spend with them.

Artist: Billy Dean
Song: Let Them Be Little

Lyrics:

I can remember when you fit in the palm of my hand
Felt so good in it, no bigger than a minute
How it amazes me, you’re changing with every blink
Faster than a flower blooms they grow up all too soon

So let them be little ’cause they’re only that way for a while
Give them hope, give them praise, give them love every day
Let them cry, let them giggle, let them sleep in the middle
Oh just let them be little

I’ve never felt so much in one little tender touch
I live for those kisses, prayers and your wishes
Now that you’re teaching me things only a child can see
Every night while we’re on our knees all I ask is please

Let them be little ’cause they’re only that way for a while
Give them hope, give them praise, give them love every day
Let them cry, let them giggle, let them sleep in the middle
Oh just let them be little

So innocent, a precious soul, you turn around
It’s time to let them go

So let them be little ’cause they’re only that way for a while
Give them hope, give them praise, give them love every day
Let them cry, let them giggle, let them sleep in the middle
Oh just let them be little

Let them be little

…..Dan at aslowerpace dot net

PS – the “let them sleep in the middle” part is beautifully applicable to us. My son woke me up as he did his nightly transfer from his bed to ours.

More song lyrics…..

This is us!

Tim McGraw – Where The Green Grass Grows

Six lanes, tail lights
Red ants marchin’ into the night
They disappear to the left and right again
Another supper from a sack
A 99 cent heart attach
I got a poundin’ head and an achin’ back
And the camels standin’ in a big straw stack

I’m gonna live where the green grass grows
Watch my corn pop up in rows
Every night be tucked in close to you
Raise our kids where the good Lord’s blessed
Point our rockin’ chairs towards the west
And plant our dreams where the peaceful river cools
Where the green grass grows

Well I’m from a map dot
A stop sign on a blacktop
I caught the first bus that I could hop from there
But all this glitter is gettin’ dark
There’s concrete glowin’ in the city park
I don’t know who my neighbors are
And there’s bars on the corner and bars on my heart

I’m gonna live where the green grass grows
Watch my corn pop up in rows
Every night be tucked in close to you
Raise our kids where the good Lord’s blessed
Point our rockin’ chairs towards the west
And plant our dreams where the peaceful river cools
Where the green grass grows

Blessed…..

I haven’t done country song lyrics in a while. I heard this familiar song by Martina McBride on the way to work this morning and it sounded apropo.

Blessed

I get kissed by the sun each morning
Put my feet on a hardwood floor
I get to hear my children laughing
Down the hall through the bedroom door
Sometimes I sit on my front porch swing
Just soaking up the day
I think to myself, I think to myself
This world is a beautiful place

I have been blessed
And I feel like I’ve found my way
I thank god for all I’ve been given
At the end of every day
I have been blessed
With so much more than I deserve
to be here with the ones that love me
To love them so much it hurts
I have been blessed

Across a crowded room
I know you know what I’m thinking
By the way I look at you
And when we’re lying in the quiet
And no words have to be said
I think to myself, I think to myself
This love is a beautiful gift

I have been blessed
And I feel like I’ve found my way
I thank god for all I’ve been given
At the end of every day
I have been blessed
With so much more than I deserve
to be here with the ones that love me
To love them so much it hurts
I have been blessed

When I’m singing my kids to sleep
When I feel you holding me
I know

I have been blessed
And I feel like I’ve found my way
I thank god for all I’ve been given
At the end of every day
I have been blessed
With so much more than I deserve
to be here with the ones that love me
To love them so much it hurts
I have been blessed

Song lyrics – Toby Keith’s “My List”…..

Being a country music listener, quite a few of the songs on the radio resonate with me. I will occasionally post the lyrics of some of the more pertinent songs to our current situation.

Toby Keith
"My List"

Under an old brass paperweight is my list of things to do today
Go to the bank and the hardware store, put a new lock on the cellar door
I cross ‘em off as I get ‘em done but when the sun is set
There’s still more than a few things left I haven’t got to yet

Chorus
Go for a walk, say a little prayer
Take a deep breath of mountain air
Put on my glove and play some catch
It’s time that I make time for that
Wade the shore and cast a line
Look up a long lost friend of mine
Sit on the porch and give my girl a kiss
Start livin’, that’s the next thing on my list

Wouldn’t change the course of fate but cuttin’ the grass just had to wait
‘Cause I’ve got more important things like pushin’ my kid on the backyard swing
I won’t break my back for a million buck I can’t take to my grave
So I’ll put off for tomorrow what I could get done today

Chorus

Raise a little hell, laugh ’til it hurts
Put an extra five in the plate at church
Call up my folks just to chat
It’s time that I made time for that
Stay up late, then oversleep
Show her what she means to me
Catch up on all the things I’ve always missed
Just start livin’ that’s the next thing on my list

Under an old brass paperweight
Is my list of things to do today