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Mark Schultz
I’m sitting here listening to Mark Schultz Live: A Night of Stories and Songs on Rhapsody. If and when I decide to buy an Ipod/MP3 this will be on it. The picture above was taken a few years ago when I saw him in concert with NewSong, and Ginny Owens. Thanks to my wonderful husband I have gotten to meet various artists, singers and writers, which I think is pretty cool. The time above was a highlight. Waiting backstage with Mark, Ginny, and the guys from NewSong was really great. I’m not big into autographs or anything. I really don’t want to bother someone about it. I did enjoy talking with Scotty, from NewSong, about his return to the group and the various instruments he plays. Eddie, also from NewSong, spent the time running around trying to get everything just right before the show while Billy laughed over his email and pictures of his new grandchild. He was the proud granddad that night, showing off the new addition.
Mark was just an all around nice guy who obviously enjoys what he’s doing. There isn’t a song that he sings that I do not like. Powerful lyrics and a great voice. Letters From War is an amazing tribute and part of a safe return campaign sponsored by the US Army. You can hear it here. His latest album/song release, Broken and Beautiful, can be heard if you visit the Mark Schultz site.
One of my favorites is Learn to Let Go. If you have children you can certainly relate.
You drew when you were four
It was one we proudly hung
On our refrigerator door
I found it in the attic
In your old dresser drawer
By a pillow that we made you
A blanket that you had
When we learned to chase the monsters
From underneath your bed
And I remember
How I learned hold you when you cried
I Learned how to let you be strong
Learned how to calm you in the dark
Learn how to listen with my heart
I Learned how to watch you grow
But how will I learn to let go
When I walk in your in your bedroom
The memories that I keep
Are bedtime stories
And rockin’ you to sleep
And as I held you
You’d drift off to dream
And I know this might sound crazy
Now that you have grown
But yesterday still feels
Like the day we brought you home
And I remember
How I learned how to hold you when you cried
Learned how to let you be strong
Learned how to calm you in the dark
Learned how to listen with my heart
Learned how to watch you grow
But how will I learn
When will I learn
How will I learn
To let go
I know this has gotten long as I post lyrics, but this one came on and it is just amazing…
I Have Been There
In a room without a view
A new mother smiles and holds the tiny fingers
Of her brand new baby girl
Her husband takes her by the hand
So unsure about the future and no money
Can they make it in this world
And they pray, Lord all we have to give is love
Then they heard a gentle voice
Like an echo from above
Oh I have been there
I know what fear is all about
Yes, I have been there
And I am standing with you now
I have been there
And I came to build a bridge oh so this road could
Lead you home
Oh I have been there
He’d been a pastor twenty years
But tonight he sits alone and brokenhearted
In the corner of the church
He’s tried to change a fallen world
With his words and with his wisdom
But it seems like it is only getting worse
And he cries
Oh Lord I just don’t understand
And then he felt the hand of grace,
And he heard a voice that said
I have been there
I know what pain is all about
Yes, I have been there
And I am standing with you now
I have been there
And I came to build to a bridge oh so
This road could lead you home
Oh I have been there
An older man up on a hill
Holding flowers but he can’t hold back the tears
He has come to say goodbye
He thinks about the life she lived
Thinks about how hard it’s been
To live without her
Sixty years right by his side
And he cries, Oh Lord I loved her
‘til the end
Then he heard a gentle voice say you’ll see her once again
I have been there
I know what sorrow is all about
Yes, I have been there
And I am standing with you now
I have been there
And I came to build a bridge
Oh so this road could lead her home
The road could lead her home
Oh I have been there
You know I overcame the cross
I have been there
So her life would not be lost
I have been there
And I came to build a bridge
Oh so this road could lead you home
The road could lead you home
Oh I have been there
Thanks for reading. Kontan jou.
6 Responses to Mark Schultz
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Oh. My. Goodness. That “How Will I Let You Go” poem made me CRY. It’s a question I often ask myself, as in a few years my only ‘child’ will be in college. I can’t be a big baby about it; I have to let him be independent and I have to trust God. (“He is our everpresent help in time of trouble.”)
p.s. I would like to add you to the links on my blog.
nice words, I’ve never heard of him… you look like a groupie! lol
Groupie? Haha, no. I was with a friend who had to cover the event. She offered to take the picture. Who am I to turn down a pic with one of my favorite artists?
Wow how cool is that. I love Mark Schultz. I just love all Christian music artist, and Ginny Owens….she seems like such a sweet person!