Amanda Opelt

SEVEN SONGS

Snow (Baptism)

I've never seen a wind so blind, got everybody wondering what it means
We all got froze here in Carolina, there's a blizzard down in New Orleans

All of the stars blown out of place, they were scattered on the mountainside
I'm watching from the window pane, I got a little more time to buy

When the cold has eased it's angst
When the earth has died enough
When the snow melts from the riverbanks
Maybe you can baptize us

Oh I was born in nakedness and naked I will be reclaimed
Who'll be the voice in the wilderness while I am spitting in the devil's face

Frost on the face of the windowpane, I don't know if it's you or me
I think the dead are up and at 'em and the living are fast asleep

When the spring brings the rains
Heaven's tears for Adam's race
Pull me under, fill my lungs
It's a slow death to become

Whale (Confession)

Wayward heart, set my sail
Mind and strength bent on hell
But my God He sees, and I know it well
When I go down to the belly of the whale

Wayward heart, wandering still
Through rivers deep and ancient hills
My bed the night, silent and still
I pray to the Light and the Maker of the will

When I go to my grave
I will sing, my Jesus saves
Will be my cry, my one refrain
When I go down to the belly of the grave

Go (Holy Orders)

Some fires don't light, no matter a million match strikes
Some coals won't die, burning hot and red through the night

Do I have what it takes, can I pull it together or will I break?
I don't know, I just don't know, will I stay or will I go?

Lend me their hands Father when I can't understand
Would you save me when I say amen and maybe

Do I have what it takes, can you water a mustard seed of faith?
Will it wilt, or will I grow?  I don't know, I just don't know

He who waits, watching the weather, watching the weather will not sow
She will fear, failing to figure, knowing the path the wind will blow

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
But I will go, I will go, I will go

Do I have what it takes, can you pull me together or will I break?
Will I wait, or will I sow?  Oh, God knows.  Oh God knows.

Hungry (Communion)

Come awake, come awake oh flesh and bone
You are more than a body and more than what you know
Come awake, come awake oh spirit come
You are dust when you started and dust when you are done

And it's not about what I can be, I am nothing if not for my need
It's the strength to admit I am weak, oh the table belongs to these

And if you don't come hungry, don't come at all, don't come at all
And if you don't come thirsty, don't come at all, don't come at all

It's enough, just enough, the Bread of Life
Will sustain through the winter and see you through the night
It is joy, overflowing abundant wine
For your feast in the summer and dancing in the light

And the Savior is willing and near, if you wait for His voice in your ear
It's the courage for feeling the fear, oh the table will always be here

And if you don't come hungry, don't come at all, don't come at all
And if you don't come thirsty, don't come at all, don't come at all

Eat, drink, repeat- repeat- repeat
Break pass, repeat- repeat- repeat

Weather (Confirmation)

They say the Roan it creates its own weather
They say that hope makes you light as a feather
I got my doubt but I'll leave on the porch light tonight
If He's coming home He'll be marked by the scars of some non-native blight

But He bought me back in love
He kissed the hand that once let go of
All He gave to me, in the shade of Adam's tree
I am young and I am free

So whatcha gonna do, who you gonna tell, how you gonna choose, are you gonna go to heaven or hell
If I don't really care, if I ran away, would You hunt me down light a torch in every holler and town
Our souls become skin and our flesh becomes water
We pay for our sins with our sons and our daughters

But He bought us back in love
He kissed the hand that once let go of
All He gave to me, in the shade of Adam's tree
I am young and I am free

My car broke down between Spruce Pine and Ledger
Pray confirmation, pray time, pray a tether
They say our love it creates it's own weather
Ooooo

Roof (Anointing the Sick)

You got a home in gloryland, you got a home in gloryland 
You got a home in glory and nobody doubts
But death gonna come and pay a visit, death gonna come and pay a visit
Death gonna come a calling, cast his shadow down

But give me a roof to cut through and I'll cut through, I'll cut through it for you
Give me a roof to cut through and I'll cut through, I'll cut through it for you

There once was a Man from Nazareth, every little word He breathed was blessed
Every time He spoke, the crowds would press and push in round
But nothing's gonna stop us tonight, your lover she's been begging for an honest fight
She's been digging at the roof with all her might, she's gonna lower you down

So give her a roof to cut through and she'll cut through, she'll cut through it for you
Give me a roof to cut through and I'll cut through, I'll cut through it for you

Do Lord, oh do Lord, oh do remember me
When You come in Your glory, when You come in Your glory
Will we stand there with our eyes closed, still afraid to hope

Harvest (Marriage)

Does it make a sound when the years go rushing by
And our souls weighed down by bitter truth and sweeter lies

Do I know you from somewhere?  Have I told you that this is warfare?
If we live to tell the tale, they'll find us back to back in the belly of a whale

Lover of my youth, take my hand, this is not the Promised Land
Whoa, home is a mountain where our mothers lay in rest
We will work the stubborn soil, I will not tarry in my toil
Whoa, sow the good, but reap the best

If you could go back, would you still choose me?
Is that not what we all ask?  And it wakes us in our sleep

But I've known you since I first met you, first laid eyes on the deep blue
Bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh, I am shaking in my shoes but I have no regrets

It's the harvest of a thousand choices, in a chorus of a million voices
I choose you, I'm singing with you
It's the harvest of a thousand choices, in a chorus of a million voices
I choose you, I'm singing with you

Lover of my youth, take my hand, this is not the Promised Land
Whoa, home is a mountain where our children will be blessed
We will work the stubborn soil, I will not tarry in my toil
Whoa, whoa

 

 

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