ECV Music & Poetry Sampler

by Elm City Vineyard

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I'm realizing life is all about following you So I'll drop my nets in the sand I'll leave my boat on the water I'll take those steps and walk along the waves So I'll place my dreams in your hands I'll stake my hopes on your orders I'll die with you that I might live and live again Jesus I love you Jesus I trust you Jesus I'll follow you until the end
They say that Jesus was a carpenter that he spent the time between Bethlehem and his thirtieth birthday cutting planks and feeling the grain of wood. They say that Jesus was a carpenter. Was he a good one? Did sweat ever drip off his long nose or get in his eyes, Did he have a beard Did it get in the way. Did he ever hit his thumb or measure wrong? or Did boards bend at his touch, could he sand with his palms Did angels hum along the arc of his hammer, Did the rhythm of his strokes pull the tides in to shore? Did he call out the names of the trees as he worked did he sing the stories of how they fell did he understand that when a man asked him to build a bed big enough for two he was praying for his wife to love him did he bless that bed did he kneel by every chair and teach it how to hold. Did he build a house as he would build a sermon, Checking every line of oak, every length of scripture, each board a story, every verse a support- Fitting the walls together, kissing every corner with his fingertips always leaving the outline of a door? When he walked away from his dusty workshop on the first day of the rest of his life Did he preach with a voice thick with sawdust Did he reach, with shoulders that knew how to pull a saw straight Did he sit and talk with the firm back of someone who knew what work meant? I tried to make a bookshelf once but I was too timid. I was scared of splinters the discomfort of imperfection the uncertainty of stability so I gave up. I told myself I was cut out for something else, that there are people out there that can do that kind of thing for me, and it was only going to fall apart. Is everything he made gone? I haven’t heard of anybody who has found an old desk in their grandfather’s attic and claims it was made by the son of God so they must have all broken, at some point. That bench made for Jairus cracks at one end the bed he crafted for a man named Thomas sags. Somewhere in Nazarath a table stutters and falls, a chair rots, and crumbles. Did he think about that as he walked, two final pieces of wood on his shoulder, Did he picture every piece of furniture he every built could he feel them in his mind? Did he know the hour and season when they would disappear? And when they put the first nail against his artery Did he notice that it was held just a little bit off-center When they raised the hammer did he know from experience That the first blow would cut just a little bit sideways? And when they were done nailing him up there did he look down and realize that they had done what he could not. They had built something that could last forever
You said to be like the children No worries, no shame We cast off the weight of the darkness Let freedom come and reign Dry bones and deserts, you make all things new... Bear me into bloom Call me into life Let your Spirit's breath fill up my lungs, as I cry Holy is the Lord our God on High Wake me up, fill me up, let your glory come shine, shine, shine! The tiniest seed becomes the biggest tree So multiply your love through us miraculously And we're walking into your kingdom- we want to see your justice come! Let death die, and let us all sing, We were made to live abundantly! There is more, there is more There is more, there is more
You have come to proclaim freedom from darkness for all the prisoners You have come to set free all of the captives, all those in chains You have come to declare hope to the broken, comfort for all who mourn You have come to revive every dry bone and bring us to life Glory, glory to the Lord our God Glory, glory to the Lord our God Glory, you are our glory You have come to be our light, To destroy oppression for all of time. You have come to cast down all of our idols and fill us with you. Our prince of peace, Emmanuel, you will restore us God with us, how you love, how you adore us
I wait for you, my soul waits I cry out for you, I cry out More than watchmen wait for the morning to come I wait to see your Son More than watchmen wait for the Sun to rise I wait for you to open up the skies I put my hope in you in your word I put my trust in you in your son Send your healing rain down upon this place God we need your love God we seek your grace You’ve been faithful all of my life and so I seek you You've been gracious all of my days and so I praise you


At the Elm City Vineyard, we know that music and arts of all kinds are gifts from God. God has given us imagination—a way of seeing what is real beyond the visible. (The bible talks about something like this in Hebrews 11:1-3.) This means that the exercise of the imagination in the arts can help us contemplate and relate to God in ways that we couldn't otherwise.

This sampler is a collection of music and spoken word poetry created in our community and has served to lead our community into encounter with God. Whether you'd consider yourself a follower of Jesus or you're still trying to figure out what you think about God or about Jesus, our hope is that these tracks will provide a context for you to encounter and meet with God in the person of Jesus.

Interested in getting more connected to the artistic scene at ECV? Check out the Artist Circle (info on the "Get Involved" page on the website) or get in touch with our Worship Pastor, Tina Colón Williams at


released September 1, 2013

Produced by Leon Powell


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