This song was written back in December 2009. I didn’t want to record it until now (and especially not when certain events were happening), and hopefully its a treat for everyone as Weekend22 approaches! This is the first of 3 originals coming out in time for the weekend.
Could this be one of my longest song titles yet? Probably. We’ll have to wait and see. Of course, this is nowhere close to Sufjan Stevens caliber.
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I don’t know what went wrong, I thought I had found the one.
I thought everything was right, but I guess I messed up that night.
It doesn’t help that I didn’t remember how she looked before December.
I’ll learn to love again…
You’ll take my heart and rebuild it for the one who deserves it.
But naught all is lost; I learned things that had to be taught.
Like, she’s found in Prov 31 [show] The words of King Lemuel. An oracle that his mother taught him: What are you doing, my son? What are you doing, son of my womb? What are you doing, son of my vows? Do not give your strength to women, your ways to those who destroy kings. It is not for kings, O Lemuel, it is not for kings to drink wine, or for rulers to take strong drink, lest they drink and forget what has been decreed and pervert the rights of all the afflicted. Give strong drink to the one who is perishing, and wine to those in bitter distress; let them drink and forget their poverty and remember their misery no more. Open your mouth for the mute, for the rights of all who are destitute. Open your mouth, judge righteously, defend the rights of the poor and needy.  An excellent wife who can find? She is far more precious than jewels. The heart of her husband trusts in her, and he will have no lack of gain. She does him good, and not harm, all the days of her life. She seeks wool and flax, and works with willing hands. She is like the ships of the merchant; she brings her food from afar. She rises while it is yet night and provides food for her household and portions for her maidens. She considers a field and buys it; with the fruit of her hands she plants a vineyard. She dresses herself with strength and makes her arms strong. She perceives that her merchandise is profitable. Her lamp does not go out at night. She puts her hands to the distaff, and her hands hold the spindle. She opens her hand to the poor and reaches out her hands to the needy. She is not afraid of snow for her household, for all her household are clothed in scarlet. She makes bed coverings for herself; her clothing is fine linen and purple. Her husband is known in the gates when he sits among the elders of the land. She makes linen garments and sells them; she delivers sashes to the merchant. Strength and dignity are her clothing, and she laughs at the time to come. She opens her mouth with wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue. She looks well to the ways of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: "Many women have done excellently, but you surpass them all." Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised. Give her of the fruit of her hands, and let her works praise her in the gates.
…but thats impossible within this realm?
And as Emery says in their song, “you’re just a disguise” of the one who’s waiting for me…
A test gone so horribly wrong…now there’s nothing left (for the better?).