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Take heart son; come to the table.

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The title says it all.

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"Oh I loved you with the good and the careless of me but it all goes back."

Open your ears.

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Gypsy, Pilgrim, Son, Bride

I just spent the last hour or so writing and recording this song using Evernote and Voice Memo.

Here’s the lyrics:

Well I’m wandering down this barren road and I’m looking for a lighter load 
To carry, not on my own

And I’m lookin’ for an open door to rest my head on the hard wood floor and I’m lyin’, not on my own

And oh I’m a gypsy
I’m a pilgrim
I’m a son
I’m a bride

Everything in the world is awake it’s alive and wondering how and I’m asking why and I’m doubtin’, not on my own

And the waves they crash and the waves they rise and I’m lookin’ for a reason why to open, these blood shot eyes 

And oh I’m a gypsy
I’m a pilgrim 
I’m a son
I’m a bride

And I’m longing for my coming home where the tears are gone and I’m running towards Your arms, always open wide

And the sweet embrace of my Papa’s heart and that tender smile it tears me apart in the most, beautiful way

And it’s foolish love I can’t understand that He’d lead me here and He’d take my hand and I’d know, I’m not on my own 

Oh I’m a gypsy
I’m a pilgrim 
I’m a son
I’m a bride

Oh the Wedding Feast it’s near not far and yearning just to be where You are again, not on my own

And the marriage wine it’s sweet not dry and I’ll drink it up and I’ll close my eyes just to see, I’m never alone

I’m a gypsy
I’m a pilgrim
I’m a son
I’m a bride

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"What a thing to grieve the loss of a stranger."

- Donald Miller

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