I made some revisions to Know Me, with new lyrics in the bridge and a slightly different tag at the end. -- MT .................................................
Do songs have gestation periods? I don't know, but it certainly feels as if some songs take longer to come to fruition than others do.
When I started playing the chorus of this song in my mind I was walking to work in the cold and rain of the dark winter mornings of the Northwest. Six months later it's sunny outside, the sun is bright and warm when I walk to work, and this song is "finished" enough to post it here.
"Know Me" stems, I think, from 1 Corinthians 13:12: "Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known."
Wherever it comes from, I think it expresses our universal desire to be known by our God.
I want to thank my daughter for helping me reorient this song and put it in the right perspective. Thanks, Kae!
Actually, I should thank the whole family. By the time I get a song down and recorded I've been singing it in disjointed, weird, disruptive spurts throughout the house for weeks on end. Everyone is a little tired of it by then. I think Jack the dog is tired of it by then. So thanks, all, for humoring my odd noisy time-consuming hobby! Key of G 4/4 Ballad Feel:100
VERSE 1 --Em----------------D ---------------Em---------Bm A single blade of grass waves in an endless prairie
--Em--------------------D -----------Em---------Bm The smallest drop of rain falls in a fathomless sea
---Bm------------D In a universe so vast
---------------Bm------------D There’s only one thing I can ask
---G of thee…
CHORUS --------------G------D--------C----------Bm Oh Lord please know me… by a sacred holy name
-------------G----D-------------C-------------Bm Oh won’t you know me… in all my glory and my shame
----G---------------D------------C-------Bm Lord come and know me here in my lonely exile
---------G---------D-------------C Oh Lord please know me… I’m your child
VERSE 2 ------Em-------------D ---------------Em--------------Bm The more I seek your face the more it seems to slip away
-------Em------------D ----------Em---------Bm Each mystery I unravel leads me farther astray
-------------Bm---------------D I pray one day your wondrous eyes
-------------Bm------------D Will rest on me and recognize
---G My face…
(CHORUS)
BRIDGE ---D-----------Em-------------F#m/D----------------G I open my soul to you Lord revealing everything I am
---D-------------Em-------------F#m/D--------------A A broken child a sinful heart a lost and wondering lamb
---D-----------Em----------F#m/D------------------G I open my soul to you Lord revealing everything I am
---D---------------Em-------------F#m/D-------------A Search me Lord and know me more my life is in your hands
----------Em – D ---------Em - D … in your hands … in your hands
In Chapter 7 of Mark's Gospel we read this about Jesus:
"Then he returned from the region of Tyre, and went by way of Sidon to the Sea of Galilee in the region of Decapolis. They brought to him a deaf man who had an impediment in his speech and they begged him to lay his hand on him. He took him aside in private, away from the crowd, and put his fingers in his ears, and he spat and touched his tongue. Then looking up to heaven he sighed and said to him, 'Ephphatha,' that is, 'Be opened.' And immediately his ears were opened, his tongue was released, and he spoke plainly."
This passage speaks to me. I've never considered myself a songwriter, or even a musician. But when I came to Christ in my 40th year something wondrously odd seemed to open up inside of me, and from somewhere in my soul the songs in this blog came pouring out.
I remember with a weird sort of clarity how startled I was when one day in the shower a complete chorus came to my mind and my lips. (If you're curious it's now in this blog as a mostly complete song called "Be Still.") I don't know how or why these things happen -- why I can be driving to work musing over words and melodies and suddenly find myself unraveling a song. But it happens every once in a while and I'm thankful for it.
Caveats and disclaimers: I'm not a piano player. I'm a bass player, and a pretty mediocre one at that. And my bass -- though I love my black Fender Jazz to pieces and affectionately call her "Bessie" -- just isn't a good accompaniment instrument. So the piano playing on these tracks is coarse and unrefined at its best, awful at its worst. Forgive me!
And I'm not a singer, either. Especially when I'm trying to remember where my fingers are supposed to go on the keyboard. So as I say in most of these posts: try to listen to the song while ignoring the stuff around it.
All songs displayed here in their current state are copyright Michael Thelander. But none of them are "finished." I'm more than willing to work with any partners who can help these tunes reach any potential they may have and speak to more people.
After all, they're not mine. All I can believe is that they came from God's own heart.
About these songs...
As I comment elsewhere in this blog, none of these songs are really "finished" in a true sense. They're at a point where they can tell an end-to-end-story, and where they can be played without too many gaps, but they're not finished.
Over the couple of years that I've been working on these songs I've come to realize that this perpetual state of "undone-ness" is a good thing. I believe songs are alive, and that they need to have room to grow. And I especially believe that songs of faith need input and shaping from more than one person: In as much as the spirt dwells in all who believe, it can't find its true expression in the outpouring of one voice.
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