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The Edge of Tomorrow
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Courage will be required if we will step over the edge of tomorrow.
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Zac James uses his acoustic guitar and soft vocals to tell stories through song, portraying the human side along with the spiritual side of Christianity.
Hey, my name is Zac James, and I am a songwriter/musician. I have a love for Jesus Christ, and I love to write of what I know.
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Genre
Podcasts • Stories
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Peak #8
Peak in subgenre #1
Author
Zac James
Rights
Zac James (C)2005-2006
Uploaded
February 14, 2006
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MP3 1.7 MB • 128 kbps • 1:52
Story behind the song
This song/story was written for FaithWriters.com's writing contest on the topic "Break". I want you to draw your own conclusions about this story, like all of my works, because that's how you'll really understand the song.
Lyrics
"What i-" "No. I'm going to deal with this." I'm dying to tell you what I need to tell you, and in the same breath, I'm longing to keep my secrets veiled. These words could free me...or shame me. As we walk down along the shore and the breakers crash into our feet, I contemplate the possibilities. "He's going to hate you." "No, that's not true!" "How well do you know him?" I stare towards something beyond my sight, hoping you don't look into my eyes, because then I fear you might see what I wanted to become, and just how dangerously close I came. I can't imagine you understanding, because if I were in your sandals, I wouldn't be able to. I almost wish that you could see my agonizing indecision and ask, "What do you want to tell me?" "I know he loves me." "That's what he tells you- have you ever seen his love?" Too bad it doesn't work that way. "Well, yeah, I guess." "You guess? How do you know?" Silence. "You know that if you knew his love, you could trust him. But what has he done for you lately?" "I...don't know." "I just don't know." So I'll keep charading along, mincing foolish words until night meets day, and everything I tried to say becomes everything I hoped to say. And just like that, another lost opportunity. Maybe tomorrow. Yeah, tomorrow, I'll do it. Can't stay by the cistern Fall away Live back in the desert Empty grave How many more tomorrows till we become the same? How many more sorrows till we find our grave?
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