A great way to get to know a region or place.
And I found a flower in a field
A field of cars and people; rows of concrete, paint, and steel
Manhattan is where it grew
And I thought to cut it from it’s stem
And take it from the cracks between bricks that it lay in
And save it from city strife
Away from the city life
Then someone they whispered in my ear
A county girl can’t be made out of anybody here
Don’t touch it, it loves you not
Don’t touch it, it loves you not
Cause blue birds don’t fly without their wings
And when we put them in a cage the world can’t hear them sing
So selfish when greed sets in
Possession, the king of sin
And people don’t ever let you down
Forever find a way to kill whatever life they’ve found
A heart beat and I want it too
Manhattan is where she grew
So I left and I let the flower be
And yesterday saw the flower on cable TV
Much prettier than here with me
For all of the world to see
Much prettier than here with me
- Avett
[by Don Miller]
“We don’t normally face our fears willingly. Usually, God has to woo us into the desert. We are either chasing love or some other desire, and we find ourselves in the midst of a situation in which we have very little control. And when we lose control, we go into a mild form of trauma. But the good news is the greatest stories are lived in the desert. The great lives are lived in the places we most fear. If we fear being rejected, the great story has us standing at the door with flowers in our hands, if we fear losing love, the great stories have us letting that person go rather than clinging to them. If we fear taking a chance on a dream, the great stories have us quitting our jobs.”
I woke up this morning
With a burning in my soul
Morning air it hit me
Like its never done before
I woke up this morning
With a turning in my bones
All the things that I cant change I never let go of
You got me where you want me
You’ve had me all along
I’m learning the hard way now
There’s no easy way out of the storm
Out of the storm
All I’ve been chasing God only knows
Just where I’ve been Now I realize
That I’m a broken man million little pieces
You held right in your hand
Suddenly I’m falling in
Suddenly I’m forgiven
Suddenly I’m falling in
Suddenly I’m forgiven
- Out of the Storm - Green River Ordinance

