This Week's Playlist

Back in the late fall, I put together a playlist on my iPod, made up of the songs that stood out to me as I thought about the unknown changes ahead.

So now that I'm in the midst of those changes, I thought I'd highlight what I'm listening to during my last-week-of-work.

KT Tunstall - Through The Dark

best lines:

Try to find a light on somewhere
Try to find a light on somewhere
I'm finding I'm falling in love with the dark over here

Ingrid Michaelson - Overboard

best lines:

I could write my name by the age of three
and I don't need anyone to cut my meat for me.
I'm a big girl now, see my big girl shoes.
It'll take more than just a breeze to make me

Fall over, fall over, fall overboard, overboard.

Capstone - I Will Worship

I can't find a music video for this on Youtube, which is a shame. These are the lyrics:

My soul yearns and even faints
for the courts of the Lord
My heart and my flesh cry out
for the living God

So I will worship you till my breath runs dry
And soar upon your Word like eagles fly
Till my breath runs dry, till my breath runs dry
This is my heart's cry

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* not with ink

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