Three Days Gone — Lyrics

Entire Album: Broken Easter Song / Bursting at the Seams / Grandpa’s Dream / Poet’s Paradise / Tastee Tee / Isaiah’s Song: Salvation / Come with me, My Child / Long Day’s Journey Into News / What These Hands Have Done / Noble Love / Under My Shoes / Mom and Dad / Benediction

Three Days Gone

— Lyrics —

Little Label Records, DBA#

Last Updated

1/15/2009

1. Broken Easter Song / New York (April 2003)

The blood kept overflowing from his veins into the cup / His face was turning sallow, ‘cause his body had enough / Like an offering on an altar, like a drunkard by himself / He was lying in my sin – my Savior was drying out. / I can not sing of Easter, at least not as of yet, / I still shake with John and Peter at the gaping emptiness. / That first Easter was disaster, no one remembered what he’d said / And still we struggle through the promise – he will harvest life from death. / This is my broken halleluiah / This is my broken Easter song / Live in me as He lived into You / Three days gone is three to long / Raise me to your resurrection / Raise me to your Easter song. / Mary stood bewildered, after Peter left with John / She stood weeping, she stood wondering, who would steal a corpse / Then the angels, then the gardener, then our worlds were turned around / He still calls us each by name – until we know that we’ve been found. / The cup was flowing so he drank it to the dregs / Then he threw the chalice down and woke himself up from his bed. / His love became the new wine from the first fruits of the dead / In my blood the newest Spirit – drink from me instead. / Chorus / This is my sober halleluiah / This is my sober Easter song / Live in me as he lived into You / Three days gone – is three too long.

2. Bursting at the Seams / New York (Fall 2000)

My eyes were held wide open / And my back was bent to broken / I nursed the curses I’d caught myself between / I threw my hands to heaven / Rain roared down like sequins / Washed the glitter from a thousand secret scenes / Hold me tight, dear Lord / I’m bursting at the seams / Hold me tight, dear Lord / I’m bursting at the seams / Hold me tight, dear Lord / I’m stranded - from my dreams / Like Samson in the temple / We’re a mighty, blinded people / We beg Delilah dance until she screams / From our couches we sit watching / As the Man sells us another pair of suffering / Anesthetize us - lest we see / Chorus / We lose our hope in progress / For a moment when the fog lifts / We must buckle if we hope to find our knees / I cannot solve the riddle / Makes me tender in the middle / I believe Lord - help my unbelief / Chorus / We’ve been hard-wired for a decade or more / What to we got to show / But a trillion cyber children having babies of their own / First we plugged our pates to MTV / Then we hooked our heads to our computer screens / We sold our inspiration for a digital creation / I’ve got nothing against technology / But I’ve got everything against the way that we / Trade our minds - For their dreams / Chorus

3. Grandpa’s Dream / Indiana (Spring 2002)

Wake up your momma, boy / My time is running out / Angels have gathered round my bed / To take me home to God / We will fly on wings like eagles /We will walk and not grow faint / We will laugh for ever after and again / We won’t know who to blame. / Wake up the lazy dog / Sleeping under our feet / She’s snatched up the kingdom crumbs / And soon she’ll get a feast / He has set the table proper / He has showed us each our seats / He has called the poorest child among us all / To be the first to eat. / Wake up the drunken saint / He’s nearly bottomed out / Serve him the sweetest

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