Lyrics to "Postcards" by Cindy Morgan
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1. Deep (Cindy Morgan, Wayne Kirkpatrick)
Deep, like the ocean You move me
Deep, it's like You almost consume me
I sing because it's burning inside me
I think it's the place where You find me
Oh God, my God, oh God, my God
I'm thirsty for Your Love
So fill me up, oh fill me up
I just can't get enough
It lifts me high, high
Deep, but sometimes I am shallow
You lead, but often I just don't follow
And I need You like the desert needs water
And my peace is knowing that You're my Father
Take me to the waterfall
Take me to the shore
Take me to the mountains
And let it pour, pour
But You take my desert soul
Thirsty and it's dry
A single prayer upon my lips
I lift it to the sky
High, high...
©2006 Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp (BMI), sell the Cow Music (BMI), Word Music, LLC (ASCAP), and Lola Max Music (ASCAP).
2. Enough (Cindy Morgan)
Oh, my darling
Tell me what are we waiting for
So much darling
That we've got to be thankful for
For our babies, our life and our love
Can't we settle for more than enough
Hey there, newsman
So you have anything good to say
So bad news sells more
Well don't you think there's a price to pay
For making us all so afraid
Until we turn you off and say
Enough, enough, enough
Oh yeah
Enough, enough, enough
Hey there, preacher
Oh you're looking so tanned and trim
Please send money, money, money
What for? Your brand new Mercedes Benz
Salvation for pennies a week
Oh just call and you'll hear Jesus speak and I'll bet He'll say
Hey there, mirror, well you're the guiltiest one I see
You point the finger, of course they're all pointing back at me
Oh sweet Jesus, oh You think we'd have learned by now
Help us, Jesus, help us... help us to lay it down
©2006 Word Music, LLC (ASCAP), and Lola Max Music (ASCAP).
3. Postcards (Cindy Morgan)
At seventeen she ran away to the city
Thought she would find herself there
Scared and afraid, she panhandled all day
To get enough for a one-way fare
And a taxi to the nearest Greyhound bus
Made a call, mom said please come home to us
I'm searching, I'm travelling
My life's been unraveling
I still don't know where this will lead
Enjoying the weather
I'll get it together so don't worry
I'll send you a postcard
From my journey to me
Crawled through the desert and swam in the ocean
Tried meditation and a few magic potions
Marched at the Whitehouse against the attacks
Sent a call out to Buddah but he never called back
And I'm thinking there must be something I have missed
What do you think of all this
If you can't find the answers from anyone else
You'll just have to see for yourself
Under a blanket and up on a mountain
A sleeping bag prayer
Where she drank from the fountain
Though about Sunday school, thought about Jesus
Love that's so simple, grace that's so genius
And just like those ruby slippers you know
The answers were there in her soul
I'm searching, I'm travelling
But I'm not unraveling
I still don't know where this will lead
Enjoying the weather
It feels like forever
Since I've seen Tennessee
This is the last of my postcards
I'll be back home by the next star
I love you with all of my heart
Sincerely, me
©2006 Word Music, LLC (ASCAP), and Lola Max Music (ASCAP).
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