These are recordings made in my basement studio in Solin, Croatia, where I have lived for nearly 14 years. I've some help with some local friends, with bass, l
There lies a line, a wall no man can climb
Between the Light and the deepest, darkest night
Where no matter how the blind man grope
His cries remain within his throat
And his sorrows stung by pride shrug off all hope
That guilty beast I know for I am he
His many sins embranded on my skin
And no matter how I’ve sought to reach
Across that ever growing breach
My hand’s drawn back by my soul just like a leech
That I be reconciled – the past to pass away
To be reconciled – tomorrow and today
Yet into this pit the Judge it seemed saw fit
To reach across that chasm so scandalous
A hand so pure, a grip so sure
To draw me out and work my cure
But at what cost to Him! And penalty endure
That we be reconciled – the past to pass away
To be reconciled – tomorrow and today
To become all that I might have been
And to lose all that I hoped to gain
Apart from Him who died my soul to win
To be reconciled
So here I am a paltry case I’ll grant
And yet He chose to through the likes of me expose
His steadfast love and tireless plan
That the fruitless works of sin not stand
And that the righteousness of God become
The righteousness of Man
That we be reconciled – the past to pass away
To be reconciled – tomorrow and today
To become all that you might have been
And to lose all that you hoped to gain
Apart from Him who died your soul to win
To be reconciled
