This collection of Christian hymns teaches that spiritual renewal comes through divine connection rather than human effort, emphasizing that believers should focus on the future rather than dwelling on past mistakes, trust in God's presence during trials, and find strength through faith rather than physical or emotional might. The songs use metaphors like eagles rising, living water, and solid rock foundations to illustrate that God provides renewal, protection, and hope for those who wait upon Him.
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I used to drive this gravel road with a shadow. Shadow in the back, carrying a load of regrets inside a dusty burlap sack. I'd stare into that little glass hanging right above the dash, looking at my own mistakes and the remnants of the crash.
The devil loved to sit right there and navigate my mind, telling me I'm defined by all the miles I left behind. You'd say you can't escape the dirt.
You can't outrun the stain, but I finally roll the window down and let him out the train. Cuz the maker made the windshield wide and the rear view mirror small.
There's a reason you don't spend your life staring back at the fall.
The past is just a cloud of dust that's settling on the clay.
But the road ahead is golden and it's calling me away.
Yeah, I'm stepping on the gas, leaving out fear and doubt.
Cuz the windshield is the only way a forgiven man looks out.
Now, if you spend your journey looking backwards on the track, you're going to end up in the ditch with a broken axle back. You can't change a single turn or a detour that you took and the master already erased them from his holy book.
I'm pressing toward the finish line. I'm aiming for the prize. I got the promise of the morning sun reflecting in my eyes. I ain't looking at the wreckage of the man I used to be. I'm looking at the open road where the spirit sets me free.
Cuz the maker made the windshield wide and the rear view mirror small.
There's a reason you don't spend your life staring back at the fall.
The past is just a cloud of dust that's settling on the clay.
But the road ahead is golden and it's calling me away.
Yeah, I'm stepping on the gas, leaving out the fear and doubt.
Cuz a windshield is the only way a forgiven man looks out.
I took a little wrench and I unballed that old glass.
Threw it in the pickup bed and left it in the grass. I don't need to see the valley where the bitter shadow sleep. I only want to see the mountain that the Lord has called me to climb so steep.
Heat. Heat.
Keep your eyes on the road, son.
Don't look back.
Wide open spaces ahead.
Amen.
M.
M.
I've looked up at the highest mountain peak.
I've walked down through the valleys cold and bleak.
I've seen the heavy shadows of the night trying to block out the everlasting light.
But there is no separation from his love.
No power on the earth or up above.
Neither life nor death can tear my soul away from the grace that holds me steady every day.
Oh, nothing's going to tear my soul away when the rulers of this world try to stand tall.
or the angels and the demons start to call.
When the fears of tomorrow grip my chest, I just lean back in his arms and find my rest.
For there is no separation from his love.
No power on the earth or up above.
Neither life nor death can tear my soul away from the grace that holds me steady every day.
Oh, nothing's going to tear my soul away.
can break the iron bone >> of what the savior needs.
For my life is saved >> and in the father he nothing can separate us.
everlasting love.
Amen.
Oh, hey.
See the young man with the fire in him start to fade slow.
The strength of youth that might just leave him.
Can't you feel it? So the road can get so heavy. Yeah. The journey long and steep.
And the promises we made, they feel too heavy now to keep.
Just weary souls trying to find a place to rest.
and we but for those who wait upon the maker, a new strength will appear. A new strength will appear.
>> Like the eagle riseing upward, casting out all doubt and fear. Casting out all doubt and fear.
>> They shall run and never tire.
They shall walk and not grow faint.
Cause the spirit's deep renewal washes out the bitter taste.
Yes. The spirit's deep renewal washes out the bitter taint.
When your own strength feels like water slipping through your hand and your spirit feels like desert bearing across the land.
Don't you fall. Don't you stumble. Don't you let your hope run dry.
The source of every river is still flowing in the sky.
He's waiting there to lift you up and help your soul to fly.
Oh, for those who wait upon the maker, the new strength will appear. New strength will appear.
>> Like the eagle rising upward, casting out all doubt and fear.
Casting out all doubt and fear.
>> They shall run and never tire.
They shall walk and not grow faint.
Cuz the spirit's deep renewal washes out the bitter taint.
Yes. The spirit's deep renewal washes out the bitter taint.
It's not about the muscle.
It's not about the might.
It's about the deep connection burning ever so bright.
When you think you've reached your limit and you can no more, that's when the holy power opens up.
A brand new door.
Strength for the weery.
>> Strength for the weary.
>> He renews the soul. He renews the soul.
Amen.
The ground is pulling heavy at my weary.
aching feet.
I've been running through the shadows of a long and bitter street.
My breath is getting shallow and my heart is getting slow with a thousand heavy miles still left for me to go.
Just a tired traveler with a fire burning low.
But those who wait upon the maker shall find the strength that's new. They will rise above the mountain and the heavy morning dew. They will soar on wings like eagles through the thunder and the rain.
They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and feel no pain. Yes, they will run and not grow weary. They will walk and feel no pain.
The youth may grow exhausted and the young men fall away.
The world may lose its rhythm in the heat of every day.
But the everlasting father is the one who doesn't faint.
He's pouring out his spirit on the sinner and the saint.
For those who wait upon the maker shall find strength as new. They will rise above the mountain and the heavy morning.
They will soar on wings like eagles through the thunder and the rain.
They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and feel no pain. Yes, they will run and not grow weary. They will walk and feel no pain.
He gives power to the faint and increase his heavy might.
He's the wind beneath the spirit in the middle of the fight.
I am catching the updraft.
I am leaving the ground where the heavy grace of heaven is the only thing I found.
Heat.
Heat.
Oh, woo.
Wings like eagles.
I'm flying higher now.
Amen.
My old eyes are getting dimmer with the passing of the years.
I can't see the distant mountains through the foggy veil of tears.
But there's a different kind of vision that the good Lord gave to me to look beyond the shadows to the things I cannot see.
For we walk by faith and not by the sight of our own eyes, trusting in the unseen Father who is perfectly wise.
I don't need a map or lantern when the midnight hours fall. I just listen for the whisper of the master's gentle call.
There were times the road was winding and the bridge was washed away.
my human understanding.
Didn't know which words to pray.
But I took a step in blindness, putting all my weight on him.
And his light came shining brightly.
when the world was getting dim.
For we walk by faith and not by the sight of our own eyes, trusting in the unseen Father who is perfectly wise.
And I don't need a map or lantern. When the midnight hours fall, I just listen for the whisper of the master's gentle call.
One day the veil will lift and I'll see him face to face. But until that golden morning, I will rest upon his grace.
Walk by faith, not by sight.
Amen.
Wow.
The world is spinning faster than my heavy feet can run.
I've been chasing down the shadows since the rising of the sun.
The noise is getting louder and it's ringing in my head.
A thousand anxious whispers filling up my soul with dread.
Just looking for a quiet place to rest my weary bed.
But the maker says, "Be still."
and know that I am God.
Lay down your heavy armor upon the quiet side.
Stop fighting all the battles that belong to me alone.
I am exalted in the earth.
I'm sitting on the throne. Yes, I am exalted in the earth. I'm sitting on the throne.
We think we have to fix it all with fragile human hands.
We try to build a fortress on the shifting sinking sands.
But the heavy storms will shatter.
What the human pride has built.
While the mercy of the father washes out the heavy guilt.
For the maker says, "Be still and know that I am God."
lay down your heavy armor upon the quiet side. Stop fighting all the battles that belong to me alone.
I am exalted in the earth.
I'm sitting on the throne. Yes, I am exalted in the earth. I'm sitting on the throne.
He breaks the heavy bone.
He shatters every spear.
He burns the heavy chariots.
chases out the fear.
The Lord Almighty is with us, a refuge and a stay.
I'm dropping all my heavy loads and watching them decay.
Oh.
Oh.
Ah, be still and know.
Amen.
Oh, heat.
I've been lowering my rope down a dry and dusty hole, trying to find a little water for a tired and thirsty soul. Got a rusty tin dipper and a bucket made of pine.
But the mud is baked and cracked down below the water line.
Chasing every single rain drop in a land that's bone dry.
Watching every shiny mirage just pass me right by.
But the maker said, "Come to the water that I give. Drink from the holy fountain and your weary soul will live. You won't ever need a bucket or a rope to pull it up cuz a living water overflows a broken earthly cup.
Yeah. The living water overflows a broken earthly cup.
I tried to quench my thirst at the taverns of the town, but the well of human pleasure always lets a fellow down.
You can chase the silver dollar. You can buy the finest wine.
But tomorrow morning sun brings the same old thirsty grind.
It leaves an empty aching in the bottom of your chest.
A heavy kind of fever that will never let you rest.
Cuz the maker said, "Come to the water that I give.
Drink from the holy fountain and your weary soul will live. You won't ever need a bucket or a rope to pull it up cuz the living water overflows a broken earthly cup.
Yeah. The living water overflows a broken earthly cup.
So I'm leaving my old bucket, sitting right beside the stone.
I'm drinking from the river flowing straight down from the throne.
And it's a well of endless mercy springing up inside my heart.
The sweet and holy water where the heavy shadows part.
Heat.
Heat.
Throwing away the tin dipper. I won't ever thirst again.
Drinking from the living well.
Amen.
Oh.
I've seen a lot of builders in my three score years and 10 trying hard to make a name among the sons of men.
They build their heavy mansions on the shifting golden sand chasing after fortunes that will slip right through their hands.
But the rain's going to fall and the heavy wind will blow and the flood waters rise in the valley down below.
If your hope is resting on the things that pass away, it'll crumble into nothing on the stormy judgement day.
So build your little cabin on the solid rock to stay.
When the dark clouds gather and the lightning struck my door and the howling of the midnight shook the old pine floor.
I didn't have to tremble and I didn't have to run cuz I anchored my foundation in the father's only son.
But the rain's going to fall and the heavy wind will blow. And the flood waters rise in the valley down below.
If your hope is resting on the things that pass away, it will crumble into nothing on the stormy judgement day.
So build your little cabin on the solid rock to stay.
Christ is the cornerstone, the sure and steady base, a mighty unmovable and everlasting place.
Build up on the rock.
standing through the storm.
Amen.
Heat. Heat.
Well, I'm tightened up the saddle and I've checked the leather cinch.
I ain't going to give the devil even half a muddy inch.
The track is looking long and the dust is blowing high.
But I'm looking at the glory in the corner of my eye. I had a heavy pack of failures tied behind my back.
It was dragging down my spirit and it kept me off the track.
But I cut the heavy rope and I let the baggage fall.
Now I'm heading for the kingdom at the maker's holy call.
Yeah, I'm keeping my eyes on the finish line. Yes, I am running for the prize. In the shadow of the lamb, I'm intending to the spirit and I'm shedding every weight.
Galloping home toward the golden city gate.
The crowd might be shouting and the wind might start to wind. But I'm keeping my eyes on the finish line.
Now the world is on the sidelines trying to get me to delay saying pull up on the range boy and come and join the play. They got shiny little bles and they got the silver coins trying to break the heavy rhythm of the journey I've enjoyed.
But I put on my blinders. So I only see the king. I can hear the distant echoes as the holy angels sing.
I don't care about the trophies that are made of earthly rust.
I'm just leaving all the shadows in a cloud of holy dust. Yeah, I'm keeping my eyes on the finish line. Yes, I am running for the prize in the shadow of the lamb. I'm intending to the spear and I'm shedding every weight galloping home toward the golden city gate.
The crowd might be shouting and the wind might start to wind, but I'm keeping my eyes on the finish line.
My lungs are burning hot and my heart is beating fast.
But I know this heavy struggle isn't going to always last. I can see the father waiting with a garment white as snow. Just a few more heavy miles and a little way to go.
Don't you slow down now.
Garud cat.
I see the gold. Oh, amen.
I was sitting on the porch looking out across the dry and dusty land.
Watching all my heavy wories slipping like the hourglass sand.
The silos's looking empty and the rain ain't come around.
Just a weary working farm staring down at the ground, wondering how I'm going to make it through the bitter winter cold.
when I saw a little sparrow resting on a tractor.
He didn't have a barn to fill or a heavy plow to pull, but the maker of the morning always keeps his belly full.
He doesn't sow a single field or reap the golden wheat, but the father in the heavens puts the seed right at his feet.
If the good Lord feeds the sparrow in the branches of the tree, I know he's going to keep his eye on a working man like me.
That little bird ain't got a bank account or money in the drawer. He ain't losing any sleep about what tomorrow has in store. He just sings his little song when the morning sun comes up, trusting in the holy hand to fill his tiny cup. So I took a heavy breath and I let my worry go cuz the one who sends the rain is the one who makes it grow.
cuz he didn't have a barn to fill or a heavy plow to pull.
But the maker of the morning always keeps his belly full.
He doesn't sow a single field or reap the golden wheat, but the father in the heavens puts the seed right at his feet.
Yeah. If the good Lord feeds the sparrow in the branches of the tree, I know he's going to keep his eye on a working man like me.
Am I not worth so much more than the feathers on his wings? I don't need to fear the shadows or what tomorrow brings. I'm laying down my heavy math and my anxious tired schemes.
I'm resting in the quiet grace beside the quiet streams.
Look at the birds of the air.
He takes care of them.
He'll take care of me.
Amen.
I'm standing on On the edge of a deep and raging river, the wind is blowing cold, making my old bones shiver.
The currents pulling strong, trying to drag me underneath.
And I can see the roaring rabbit showing all their teeth.
But the maker said, "When you pass through the waters deep, I will be right beside you. And my promises I'll keep.
The rivers of your sorrow will not sweep your soul away.
I'll hold you in my arms until the breaking of the day. Yes, I'll hold you in my arms until the breaking of the day.
Sometimes the trial comes like a burning furnace.
The heat is closing in.
trying to steal my quieter nerves. The flames are leaving high, trying to turn my hope to a but I feel a gentle breeze right through the lightning flash.
For the maker said, when you walk through the blazing fire, you will not be burned upon the sorrows heavy pile.
The flames will not consume the precious spirit that I made. So walk on through the valley and don't you be afraid.
Oh, walk on through the valley and don't you be afraid.
He called me by my name. He whispers, "I am his own."
He won't leave me in the wilderness to face the dark alone.
The savior of my soul is walking right here by my side.
Through the water, through the fire.
Amen.
The sun dips down behind the rugged Appalachian Ridge.
The shadows start to gather around the old suspension bridge.
The night comes crawling heavy in this quiet lonely place.
And darkness tries to cover up the beauty of his grace. I ain't got a blazing beacon or a shining neon sign, just a little glass lantern and a spark of the divine.
Just a weary working man with a bottle full of oil trying to bring a little brightness to this heavy rocky soil. Cuz the good book says don't hide your heavy light beneath the bowl.
Let it shine out in the open.
For every wondering soul, it might be just a flicker in the bottom of the holler, but it's worth a whole lot more than a heavy silver dollar. Yeah, you got to strike the match and let the holy fire ignite and be a little flicker in the middle of the night.
Now the devil blows a bitter wind to try and snuff it out.
He whispers heavy shadows full of fear and full of doubt. He says, "Nobody notices a tiny little flame when the whole wide world is drowning in a heavy pouring rain.
But I just cut my heavy hands around the glowing wick.
Cuz I know the maker's light can make the darkest shadow sick.
It ain't my own perfection that is shining through the glass.
It's the glory of the father in the heavy metal grass. Cuz a good book says don't hide your heavy light beneath the bowl.
Let it shine out in the open.
for every wondering soul. It might be just a flicker in the bottom of the holler, but it's worth a whole lot more than a heavy silver dollar. Yeah, you got to strike the match and let the holy fire ignite and be a little flicker in the middle of the night.
It doesn't take a forest fire to break the midnight bloom.
Just a single faithful candle in a dark and heavy room. So I'll put it in the window where the weary travelers roam, hoping that the maker's light will guide somebody home.
M.
Let it shine.
Just a little flicker.
>> Guiding them home.
Amen.
M The sun is heavy on the dusty ground.
I've searched for water, but there's none around.
Just like the deer that's panning for the stream.
My weary soul is longing for a living dream.
Oh, my soul is thirsting for the living God.
Walking on this dry and weary soil I've tried.
When can I go and meet him face to face and feel the cool deep waters of his grace?
Yes, I need the cool deep waters of his grace.
My tears have been my fool both day and night while shadows try to hide the morning light.
But I remember how I used to praise and lift my voice in those rejoicing days.
Oh my soul is thirsting for the living God.
Walking on this dry and weary soil I've tried.
When can I go and meet him face to face and feel the cool deep waters of his grace?
Yes, I need the cool deep waters of his grace.
Deep calls to deepen the roar of your waterfalls.
All your mighty breakers wash over my walls.
By day the maker directs his love to me.
At night is steady song sets my spirit free.
M The love thirsting for you.
living water.
Amen.
Oh.
The wind is howling heavy outside my fragile door.
The shadows creeping longer across the wooden floor.
A thousand anxious voices are whispering my name, trying to convince me that I'll go out in shame, trying to pull my spirit back into the burning flame.
But the maker says, "Fear not, for I am right beside you.
Do not be dismayed, for I and the God who guides you.
I will give you heavy strength.
When your human power ends, I will hold you with the righteous right hand that defense.
Yes, I'll hold you with the righteous right hand that defends The enemy brings weapons of worry and of doubt.
Trying to build a fortress that I can't figure out.
But I don't need a strategy forged by human hands.
When the captain of the army is the maker of the lands.
For the maker says, "Fear not, for I am right beside you.
Do not be dismayed, for I am the God who guides you.
I will give you heavy strength when your human power ends.
I will hold you with the righteous right hand that defends.
Oh yes, I'll hold you with the rightous right hand that defends.
Those who wage a war against your weary, heavy soul will fade into the nothingness and lose their dark control.
I am the Lord your God WHO TAKES YOU BY the right hand, saying, "Do not be afraid, for I will help you stand.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh, fear not.
Right hand of victory.
Amen.
I've been hiding in the shadows with the heavy door locked tight, jumping at the sudden noises in the middle of the night.
Carrying the heavy burden of the judgment that I fear.
Wondering if the maker's anger is the only thing I hear.
Just a weary prisoner with a lonely bitter tear.
But the maker says there is no heavy fear inside my love.
Pours down like a healing river from the heavens up above.
For perfect love will cast away the terror and the fright.
leading out the trembling captives right into the glorious light.
Yes. leading out the trembling captives right into the glorious light.
Fear will tell you that the punishment is waiting at the gate.
That you wondered far too far.
That you're just a little late.
But the Savior took the heavy cross and bore the punishment for me.
So my spirit doesn't have to live in dark captivity.
For the maker says there is no heavy fear inside my love.
It pours down like a healing river from the heavens up above.
For perfect love will cast away the terror and the fight.
feeding out the trembling captives right into the glorious life.
Yes. Leading out the trembling captives right into the glorious light.
He who fears is not made perfect in the beauty of his grace.
So I'm stepping out the darkness just to look upon his face.
I love him cuz he loved me first before the world began.
Oh. Oh, love cast out all fear.
Amen.
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