Everything Broken and Everything Beautiful

Since August, I have been working on writing lyrics for one of my favorite musicians, Ron Block. His new album will hopefully be released in the fall of this year, and I am so excited about the whole world hearing the beautiful melodies he has written.

Last week, we wrote a song just for fun, and Ron gave me permission to show it to you here. This won't be an album song this go around, it's just something we made that I liked. 'Thought you might like to hear it.

Becca


VERSE ONE
Low, low flies the shadow owl,
Across the morning waters;
Low makes her gentle way.

Low, low lies my soul before Thee,
Beside the morning waters;
Low have I come to pray.

BRIDGE
The wild heron cries,
With the wind in her eyes,
The carp dances honest and free,
It stirs my soul, to see,
O, Lord.


CHORUS
Welcome everything broken,
And everything beautiful,
Trembling and holy,
And drifting and brave.

There’s a cup of a moon,
Sleeping white on still waters,
(It) climbs a silver ladder,
In the fracture of the waves.

VERSE TWO
Low, low burn the stars in waiting,
Across the womb of heaven;
Low make their tender way.

Low, low stirs the hymn of promise,
Beneath the womb of heaven;
Low in the birth of day.

BRIDGE
The fog angels bathe,
In a choir of praise,
‘Yield to the sun as it rises;
Sighing in silent reprises,
O, Lord.

CHORUS
Welcome everything broken,
And everything beautiful,
Trembling and holy,
And drifting and brave.

There’s a cup of a moon,
Sleeping white on still waters,
(It) climbs a silver ladder,
In the fracture of the waves.