Your Love is Strong by Jon Foreman

These lyrics has been a favorite of those listening to Jon Foreman in his aftershows. This piece shows the powerful love of God for us, displayed by what He’s done and is doing for us now, and what He’ll do for us. This is a combination of the Lord’s model prayer and the discourse on needs.

Heavenly Father,  You always amaze me
Let Your kingdom come in my world and in my life

Give me the food I need
To live through today

And forgive me as I forgive
The people that wrong me.
Lead me far from temptation
Deliver me from the evil one.

I look out the window
The birds are composing
Not a note is out of tune
Or out of place

I walk to the meadow
And stare at the flowers
Better dressed than any girl
On her wedding day.

So why should I worry?
Why do I freak out?
God knows what I need
You know what I need.

The Kingdom of the Heavens
Is now advancing
Invade my heart
Invade this broken town.

The Kingdom of the Heavens
Is buried treasure
Would you sell yourself
To buy the one you’ve found?

Two things You told me
That You are strong
And You love me
Yes, You love me

Your love is, Your love is
Your love is strong
Your love is, Your love is
Your love is strong!

Our God in Heaven
Hallowed be Thy name
Above all names
Your kingdom come
Your will be done

On earth as it is in Heaven
Give us today our daily bread
Forgive us weary sinners
Keep us far from our vices
And deliver us from these prisons!

“Your Love is Strong” (based on Matthew 6:9-13, 25-31) is from the Spring EP, released 2008. © Atlantic/Lowercase People Records.

Patron Saint of Rock ‘n Roll by Jon Foreman

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“Rock ‘n Roll” people is a term used for the desperate sinners, the needy, the poor, the outcasts. Who is their patron saint? I believe that it is not the statues of Catholic saints, but the ones who profess Christ. We are the saints that should come to them and bring them to God. Jon Foreman laments that we are not being what we are supposed to be.

I saw the patron saints
Parade down city hall
I saw the patron saints
For the handsome, rich, and tall

I felt so out of place
Appalling and appalled
They all drew away
And there was no one left to call…

 

I stood and watched the parade
Crowded in the back
I couldn’t see a thing
Through the patriotic flag

The huddled masses and me
Disillusioned in the rain, wondering
What America means
When I feel so out of place…

 

Cause there ain’t no surrogate saviour for my soul
There ain’t no patron saint for rock and roll.

 

Sometimes I feel lonely
Devilish and old
As if my congregation
Were the bitter cold
And my hymnal
Feels like it’s got holes
Christ alone could save my soul!

There’s a park downtown
Where the homeless get ignored,
Where the church next door is a crowd
Singing blessed “Blessed are the poor,”
Where the mercedes drive away
Muttering, “druggies, drunks, and whores”
Where the bumper sticker displays
“My co-pilot is the Lord”…

 

But there ain’t no surrogate saviour for my soul
There ain’t no patron saint for rock and roll.

 

“Patron Saint of Rock ‘N Roll” is from The Wonderlands: Sunlight EP, released 2015. © Atlantic/Lowercase People Records.

 

The War Inside by Jon and Tim Foreman

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The country we belong may not be at war, but everyone of us are facing it every single day — inside of us. Every decision we’ll make, every action we’ll take, it’s decided there inside of us. Once we realize this, as Jon and his brother Tim did, then we can be better men indeed.

 

Put your hands up open wide
Put your hands up side by side
Age don’t matter like
Race don’t matter like
Place don’t matter like what’s inside
Let the kick drum kick one time
Breathe out, let your mind unwind
Eyes on the ceiling
Looking for the feeling
Wide open, let your own eyes shine.
Yeah, it’s where the fight begins
Yeah, underneath the skin
Between these hopes
and where we’ve been
Every fight comes
from the fight within.
I get the feeling that we’re living in sci-fi
I get the the feeling
that our weapons are lo-fi
Ain’t no killer like pride
No killer like I
No killer like what’s inside.
Yes, it’s in the air we breathe
Yes, it’s in the blood we bleed
Beneath these dreams
and what we’ve seen
We are the kids of the in-between.
Yes, every thought or deed
Yes, every tree or seed
The big things come
from the little dreams
Every world is made by make believe.
I am the war inside
I am the battle line
I am the rising tide
I am the war I fight
Eyes open, open wide
I can feel it like a crack in my spine
I can feel it like the back of my mind
I am the war inside.

 

“The War Inside” is from the Vice Verses album, released 2011. © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

Where I Belong by Jon and Tim Foreman

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Are there times when you just get real tired in this world, and wished that you rest, that true rest? Many times I prayed to God to take me then, bring me to His home, the place where is no pain, no tears, just pure praise, and joy. I want heaven. And like Jon and Tim, we who believe in God know that one day, we’ll get there. We just have, while we are here in “the shores of Babylon,” live our life like a song.

I’m feeling like a refugee,
Like it doesn’t belong to me,
The colors flash across the sky.

 

This air feels strange to me,
Feeling like a tragedy,
I take a deep breath and close my eyes.
One last time.

 

Stones on the wasteland,
Dark clouds on the plains again,
We were born into the fight.

 

But I’m not sentimental,
These skin and bones are a rental,
And no one makes it out alive.

 

Feels like we’re just waiting, waiting,
While our hearts are just breaking, breaking,
Feels that we’re fighting against the tide.

 

I wanna see the earth start shaking,
I wanna see a generation,
Finally waking up inside.

 

Until I die I’ll sing these songs,
On the shores of Babylon,
Still looking for a home,
In a world where I belong.

 

Where the weak are finally strong,
Where the righteous right the wrongs,
Still looking for a home,
In a world where I belong.

 

This body’s not my home,
This world is not my home,
But I still can hear the sound,
Of my heart beating now—

So [I will go], and sing it loud!

On the final day, [or if] I die,
I want to hold my head up high,
I want to tell You that I’ve tried,
To live it like a song.

 

And when I reach the other side,
I want to look You in the eye,
And know that I’ve arrived,
In a world where I belong,
Where I belong.

 

I still believe we could live forever,
You and I we begin forever now,
Forever now,
Forever.

 

“Where I Belong” is from the Vice Verses album, released 2011. © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

Restless by Jon Foreman

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Something inside us causes to be restless, making us desire for something more. There is something within us that tells us, “This is not just how it is supposed to be.” We know that there is something better. That it will get better. Jon Foreman recognizes that, because he himself also has that “something.” He tells us that in these fine lyrical poem.

 

I am the sea on a moonless night,
Calling, falling, slipping tides
I am the leaky, dripping pipes
The endless aching drops of light.
I am the raindrop falling down,
Always longing for the deeper ground
I am the broken, breaking seas
Even my blood finds ways to bleed.

 

Even the river has ways to run
Even the rain, to reach the sun
Even my thirsty streams,
Even in my dreams

 

I am restless, I am restless.
I am the thorn stuck in Your side,
I am the one that You left behind,
I am the dried up, doubting eyes
Looking for the well that won’t run dry.

 

Burning hard for the other side
The world that I’ve always been denied
Burning hard for the infinite
With the tears of saints and hypocrites.

 

Oh, blood of black and white and gray
Death and life and night and day
One by one by one
We let our rivers run.

 

I am restless, looking for You
I am restless,

I run like the ocean to find Your shore
Looking for You.

 

I can hear You breathing,
I can feel You leading
More than just a feeling
More than just a feeling
I can feel You reaching
Pushing through the ceiling.
‘Til the final healing
I’m looking for You.

 

Until the sea of glass we meet
At last, completed and complete
Where the tide of tears and pain subside
And laughter drinks them dry.

 

I’ll be waiting
Anticipating
All that I aim for
What I was made for
With every heartbeat.
All of my blood bleeds
Running inside me
Looking for You.

 

I am restless, I am restless,

I’m looking for You.

 

“Restless” is from the Vice Verses album, released 2011. © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

The World You Want by Jon Foreman

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We may not readily realize, but every thing we do affect others, whose actions affect others, and so on, and so it rings true that one person contributes to the shape of the world he’s in. What are you doing in this world? Will your actions be so that it becomes the world you want it to be? Jon Foreman writes insightfully in these lyrics he wrote for his band.

I’m kickin’ up the pieces
I’m trying out adhesives
I’m trying to fix a place that feels broken
All my words they fail me
My voices don’t avail me
I’m trying to say the hope that’s unspoken

The world feels so malicious
With all our hits and misses
Feels like we’re in the business of rust
It’s when I stop to listen
All the moments I’ve been missing
I finally hear a Voice I can trust

Is this the world you want?
Is this the world you want?
You’re making it.

You start to look like what you believe
You float through time like a stream
If the waters of time
are made up by you and I
If you change the world for you,
you change it for me

What you say is your religion
How you say it is your religion
Who you love is your religion
How you love is your religion
All your science, your religion
All your hatred, your religion
All your wars are your religion
Every breath is your religion

You change the world
Every day you’re alive
You change the world
You change my world

Is this the world you want?
Is this the world you want?
You’re making it
Every day you’re alive.

From the Switchfoot album “Fading West,” released 2014. All rights reserved.

Ghost Machine by Jon Foreman

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What is technology doing to us? Are we becoming so much dependent on it, that we can’t live without it, that we can’t come out from the virtual worlds we are in and go out into the real world? Jon Foreman uses clever word play as he explores what technology does to us, and how it’s very similar to what sins does to us.

 

All hail the siren of our time

I’m possessed when she passes by

She drains the best years of my life

She makes promises she could never keep

 

Ain’t it a ghost machine

Makin’ a ghost out of me?

After all the lies I’m surprised that I still believe

I swear she’s gonna make a dead man out of me

My ghost machine

 

Father, forgive me ‘cause I know

Exactly how I spread my soul

My idolatry’s in the pocket of my coat

I make promises I could never keep

 

Ain’t it a ghost machine?

Ain’t she a ghost machine?

I’m still haunted by the faces on a screen

I swear she’s gonna make a dead man out of me

 

‘Do you know yourself?’

I heard a Voice call out

‘We define ourselves by the things we can’t live without.’

‘I could knock it,

‘I could quit it anytime.’

But my ghost is a drug,

My ghost is a drug.

She’s in my blood

And I can’t give her up.

 

The clock, the altar of our time

The thought, the temple of our mind

And I’ve been sprinklin’ the blood of most my life

On the Altars of my ghost machines.

 

Ain’t she my Enemy?

My Ancient Liberty?

The gods of all the empty promises that I believed

She haunts me with a laughter in my dreams

I swear she’s gonna make a dead man out of me

… my ghost machine.

 

From Jon Foreman’s song “Ghost Machine,” from The Wonderlands: Shadows EP, released 2015. All rights reserved.

Again by Jon Foreman

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There are times when we go so far away from the One who made us, and we are entangled with the affairs of this life. At those times we need to get on our knees and ask God for revival, to let Him shine through our lives. This is Jon’s prayer in these lyrics.

 

Oh Lord, God of our fathers
This day let it be known
That You Lord, are God of the present times.
Oh Lord, Father of history
This day, let it be known
That You Lord, are present in our human events.

Answer me, oh Lord
Let Your people know
That You’re turning our hearts back to You
Again.

Holy, Holy
You alone are true
Holy, Holy
You alone are true
Turn us back towards You

Answer me, oh God
Let your people know
That you’re turning our hearts back to you
Again.

 

From Again, written by Jon Foreman, published 2008.

Your Love is Enough by Jon Foreman

Modern times surely take the best of us, and we become exhausted of the world’s demands, and we are desperate for rest. But our greatest rest is the rest of our souls, and Jon tells us Where to find it.

Who can satisfy these longings?
Who could wash these doubts away?
Who can save me from my follies
Even when the feelings fade?

Your love is enough.
Your love is enough.

Who can find me in this darkness?
Who alone can help me stand?
You could find a way to find me
Even love me as I am.
Your love is enough,
Your love is enough.
You’re my harbor in this lonely storm
Your love.

Here in my Maker’s arms
I find my soul.
Here in my Maker’s arms
I’m finally home.
Here in my Maker’s arms
I’m coming home.
I’m coming home!

From the song ‘Your Love is Enough,’

by Jon Foreman, released July 2015.

 

Good for Me by Jon Foreman

There are times when we perplexed if something we do or someone we encounter is  good for us or not, if it will destroy us or build us up. These lyrics by Jon is an exploration of that perplexity, and it helped me figure those things out for myself.

Sometimes I wonder what I put in my soul

I wonder if it’s good for me

Sometimes I wonder if it’s taken its toll

I wonder if it’s good for me

Sometimes I wonder if it’s taken hold

I wonder if it’s good for me

Sometimes I wonder if I’m loosing control

 

The fluorescent lights,

They look as bright as the real sun

When they shine at night,

But it’s just an illusion.

 

I wonder if it’s good for me

Does it bind or set me free?

Does it keep me on my knees?

I wonder if it’s good for me

 

Sometimes I wonder if I’m losing my goals

I wonder if it’s good for me

I can feel the fear swallow me whole

I wonder if it’s good for me

Sometimes I feel like I can’t block it

Like I’m a bone that’s out of socket

I wonder if it’s good for me

 

I’ve got snakes for hands

I’ve got a lamb for the slaughter

We’ve been drinking sand

Then we thought, “Was it water?”

 

I wonder if it’s good for me

Are you a cure or a disease?

Are you freedom or a freeze?

I wonder if it’s good for me

 

I was upside down

I thought the floor was the ceiling

And from my backwards view

She looked just like the real thing.

 

I wonder if you’re good for me

Are you forgiveness or a shame?

Are you liberty or chains?

I wonder if you’re good for me.

 

Written by Jon Foreman, titled Good for Me, published 2015 in The Wonderlands: Shadows EP.