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somewhere in between (lifehouse cover)
beauty to be (original)
the suffering (original)
Your artistry (original)
masters of war (bob dylan cover)
good-bye maryjane (original)
any other way (original)
how might i? (original)
closer (original)
a thousand flowers (original)
no quiet (original)
ain't no sunshine (the remix) (bill withers cover)
the c.d. is called " ecclesia "...contact nikki buse if you'd like a copy.
-thanks, michael
all songs written by Michael T. Niblett (c)
---apt 3 studios---
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| Beauty to Be
you broke me down, and you built me up; and you never let me be anything less than what i could be.
you made me cry, and you made me smile; and i felt most times like a child, you see.
i've got lots of words to say, but none that'll do, to say what i need to say to you now.
call me 'glass-half-empty', but i really doubt you even know what i'm talking about.
and oh, what was it about your eyes?
and oh, how was it you could see right through me?
and oh, in you dear i find
beauty to be concisely defined.
well, i miss you now, and i'm wishing i was God so i could change the unchangable for you,
but listening to your voice would put me down for the count; even now, i can barely move.
And your words haunt me when i try to sleep at night, thinkin' back on the past and all we threw away,
so heaven, hear me now as i shout up at the sky, "i would do anything to see you today."
and i wrote you a letter the other day,
just a lonely kid with no clue what to say,
so i told you good-bye, and i signed my name,
in love- always- your's; and then it started to rain...
and i sang...
The Suffering
i saw You the other day, so long since the last time,
but no, You never turned away, only it was i who closed my eyes,
and what have i now to say, 'cept i'm sorry for the time i wasted,
but my mouth can be made to speak, by You, the One Who made it.
...and what shall i say?
when You bring Your kingdom
won't You please remember me...
for now i truly see...Who You were and Who You are
and what You've done for me...
and i will sing, of Your suffering, a.k.a, my redemption...
and it is our reflection in this great pool of crimson,
at His feet, at the foot of this despised cross
blood like rain healed our blame, for we were indeed lost...
...and what can we say?
and how the redeemed oughta sing...
and how the redeemed oughta dance...
yeah, how the redeemed oughta scream
out or at the very least oughta stand...
and what will we say- when there comes a day- when we're at His feet again?
in a different place- scarred face the same- how will we address the King,
Who endured our suffering?...
Your Artistry
Oh, Your artistry so amazes me,
and i cannot find anyway...
to say what i want to say to You today,
and i cannot deny you...no...
You are magnificent and mighty,
and Your eyes divide me; Your grace overcomes my shame,
and You say, no way, to the Father but by the Son,
and i say, "forgive me, for i've come undone...
at the thought of all You've done for us."
at the thought of all You've done for us...
i don't know how to tell You
how much everyday i fail You...
and i breaks me, shakes all the world away
at the thought of all You've done for us...
at the thought of all You've done for us...
Oh, Your artistry, like the heart You designed in me,
crying out, loudly, to find only You...
You Who is coming soon, from the throne to claim Your own, to steal Your children away...
but maybe not today, so we who ran might take a stand, and...be peculiar for You...
salt and light, toss the bucket aside, to live is Christ, and to die is gain...(and it's worth everything)
Good-bye Maryjane
(words are improved)
, but one day, i had to say, "maryjane, you gotta go."
Any Other Way
this place never stops spinning and dizzy is gonna go on till i fall down
this place speaks of echos as though they were still living now...
this face won't fade though i strive all night till morning light...
and grace is the only escape, and the things of earth grow strangely dim, and so do i...
the day moves on at it's own kidna pace...that's okay with me, no, i wouldn't have it any other way...
tommorow's got it's own place...it's own dreams, no, i wouldn't have it any other way...
i am borne in bright love and surrender, i've no need for a crown
i'm adorned in debri from a place that's slowly killiing me...
and i mourn yesterdays when so much might have been different...
but of course that's the beauty of looking behind, a matter of wishful thinkin'...
the day moves on at it's own kinda pace...that's okay with me, no, i wouldn't have it any other way...
tomorrow's got it's own place...it's own dreams, no, i wouldn't have it any other way...
it's funny how we crowd around...all the things that'll bring us down
and running hard, fierce, and with perserverence from all we really need
it's loving we seek, and so too we flee...wanting a crowded ghost town
and nothing's gonna do till we figure out the mirror's not what we're looking to see...
the day move's on at it's own kinda pace...that's okay with me, no, i wouldn't have it any other way...
tomorrow's got it's own place...it's own dreams, no, i wouldn't have it any other way... (repeat)
How Might I?
and it's so good, and i don't know how to put into words this feeling...
i could write, all night til morning light, but i never explain what you meant to me
you came to me, when i needed something, something, something to set me free
from my chains, my chains, my shame, oh, you decimated all the things that were holding onto me, holding me down
and how might i tell you now? (x3)
and i never thought it could be this good, no, would've called somebody crazy if they told me it could
when i laid eyes on you and knew it to be true that God's got a plan for me, and now i see
and how could i have been so blind, and i gave up all hope
and you spoke one or three words to me, and i realized i had always known i was looking for you...
and how might i tell you now(x2)
how might i tell you the difference you've made in me?
you don't know how much you mean to me, but you know i would show you if i thought you could see
but my whole world, oh it's so clear to them; you are my greatest proof of Him
and how might i tell you now(x2)
what words could i use to tell them about you?
how might i tell you now
Closer
you get me closer to wantin' to push a stroller,
to tossin' my son or daughter up in the air over and over.
you set in me a motion, with no regrets for the path i've chosen,
you break ice from a heart long frozen, gave direction to a man with no place worth going...
sometimes...it's hard to breathe easy
knowing i...don't deserve you, you see,
and i know right now you'd just tell me,
"Baby, you're crazy.", but baby, you saved me...
and i'm gettin' closer to livin' a little slower
and maybe closer to finding a way to show her
you let me know there is something to love and adore here,
to cause a man to cross his fear and find out for sure.
you threatin' my calm waters rollin' and dare to shine below them.
your gravity's taken hold on me, bringing my tide toward the shore...
a Thousand Flowers
and i don't know what this is all about,
but you're turning me inside out, and i...
cannot deny this feels so right.
i will not fight. i will go quietly inside,
tonight...
(because you) deserve a thousand flowers
and golden towers, so i'll lay a garden down and pray
your heart not harden for me-
you have me. don't you know it by now,
and i'm learning to come around for you...
cannot deny this feels so right,
so please don't fight, just smile awhile
tonight...
how to tell you, i love you i cannot decide
words are insufficient for what i wanna say this time.
you're bending me, rending me inside,
never felt this way before, never dreamed you might be mine...
there's a fire you've lit inside of me
and my entire world has come to see
oh, oh, what you mean to me...
No Quiet
another random candle is blown out tonight by
the breath of what's left of my bold rhyme,
my mindset that intersects with some kind
of beautiful handful of promises made by
one who'd certainly keep promises...
i find there's no quieting this aimless
reaching beseeching my every thought.
in time perhaps i might relinquish
clinching my face and fists in hopes of hope...
i can't find a focus that holds my
attention long enough to coax my eyes
into a gaze, or stare, or flare of creative design
to arrise from my poets heart, and i...
only wish to breathe like a monet sunrise...
where are you awkward angel? when will you fly by my carousel and bid me come down for a quiet walk?
fair and beautiful angel, won't you come soon before the world gets the best of me. i feel so lost.
i'm feeling rather thin and as though i
were in some sort of terrential storm sky,
tossed about and left devoid of any kind
of shelter, or haven, or place to hide
from this world of shadows closing in...
phil 1:21
all songs written by Michael T. Niblett (c)
---apt 3 studios---
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