a very particular playlist

as I continue to *not* give the album recommendations I have promised…

(I still do promise them…)

here is a list of songs that I like. I hope you like them too. I hope they bring you hope.

// songs for when you feel the brokenness of the world very strongly //

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Caledonia, Voces8
I don’t know if you can see
The changes that have come over me
In these last few days I’ve been afraid
That I might drift away
I’ve been telling old stories, singing songs
That make me think about where I’ve come from
That’s the reason why I seem
So far away today

You’ll Find Your Way, Andrew Peterson
Go back, go back to the ancient paths
Lash your heart to the ancient mast
And hold on, boy, whatever you do
To the hope that’s taken hold of you
And you’ll find your way

Would You Be Well, Taylor Leonhardt
Would you be well from crushing anxiety
And live inside a peace you can’t understand

All I Want, Olivia Rodrigo
All I want is love that lasts
Is all I want too much to ask?
Is it something wrong with me?
All I want is a good guy
Are my expectations far too high?
Try my best but what can I say?
All I have is myself at the end of the day
And all I want is for that to be okay

I Sit Beside the Fire and Think, Clamavi De Profundis
I sit beside the fire and think
Of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring
That I shall ever see
For still there are so many things
That I have never seen:
In every wood in every spring
There is a different green

Chapter Twelve, Levi the Poet
You were a mountain to me. Your earthquake leaves me trembling and I long beyond your beauty, past your breaking and out into whoever is responsible for your new beginning. Maybe he knows the end.

The Ballad of Jody Baxter, Andrew Peterson
‘Cause the field was green as Eden
Then it withered into brown
In the middle of my grieving
Well, they came and cut it down
And I was sure that it was all my fault
The day they mowed the garden
To the ground

Little Fall of Rain, Les Miserables
You’re here. That’s all I need to know
And you will keep me safe
And you will keep me close
And rain will make the flowers grow

The Dark Night of the Soul, Levi the Poet
So where is the lullaby that our doctrine sang? Where is the house on the rock when even the rock couldn’t withstand the rain? What does it mean, you who uses spit to clean the eyes of blind men suddenly guilty for all that they have claimed to see?
It’s not that I don’t believe. It’s just that sometimes faith feels more like cataracts than clarity. Please,
Go gentle on me.

To the Lifeboats, Titanic
Be thee well
May the Lord who watches all watch over thee
May God’s heaven be your blanket as you softly sleep
Be thee well