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Wheat and Wine

by Devon Kelly

On a generous Savior and a means of grace to sustain us as we wait for Him
Genre: Folk: Singer/Songwriter
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1. Honey
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2. A Body You Have Prepared
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3. In My Place
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4. Johannes
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5. Maybe
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ABOUT THIS ALBUM


Album Notes
1. HONEY
Open your wounds
And my blood will stain
Every place of your soul.
I'll rip off the duty
You wear like a scab
And I'll wash all your wounds with my blood.

Your healing is a disease.
Your healing is a disease.
Be clean.
Be clean.

I am willing.
I opened my arms.
I am willing.
I opened my veins.
Now open your mouth and I'll fill it with honey.
The split rock is gushing with honey.
And you cry, "Who will show us some good?"

Come in your doubtings.
Come in distress.
And my sun will rise on your soul.
Come with your deadness.
Come with your sins.
I'll meet you like showers in spring.

There's a worm in your fruit.
There's a worm in your fruit.
Be clean.
Be clean.

I am willing.
I opened my arms.
I am willing.
I opened my veins.
Now open your mouth and I'll fill it with honey.
The split rock is gushing with honey.

My blood pleads far sweeter than Abel's.
Come, eat and drink without money.
I bought you a place at my table.

I'll feed you the finest
Of wheat and of wine.
Come, here's my body and blood.
Come, let me show you some good.

2. A BODY YOU HAVE PREPARED
For as long as I can remember
The streets have run with blood.
It runs through our roads like a river
Mixing with all of our mud.

After all of the lambs that we've slaughtered
You seem only farther away.
Our atonements and sprinklings are outward;
All our guilt and our burdens still stay

And hang
Like the curtain of scarlet and purple and blue
Covering you.

"Give me a body!" you cried.
"Open your body," the Father replied.
So you opened it wide.

Without lifeblood there is no forgiveness
So he sent you with sapphire veins.
The Word became flesh dwelt among us
To buy what our bulls' blood can't gain.

Here
Is a word that is generous, flawless, and true
Spoken by you.

"Give me a body!" you cried.
"Open your body," the Father replied.
So you opened it wide.

Your blood rushes down in a river.
I will sit with a cup at your feet
To collect for my thirsty soul water
And drink of the purest spring, fresh and so sweet.

Here
Is a sacrifice precious, sufficient, and true,
Worthy of you.

"Give me a body!" you cried.
"Open your body," the Father replied.
So you opened it wide.

May I pass through your wide open body
As we passed through the red parted sea
To the seat of your mercy so bloody
And drown in your deep, deep, deep, deep love for me

And be
Hidden in scarlet and purple and blue
Woven into you.

3. IN MY PLACE
A trial condemned—you've done no wrong.
I am the one who broke your law.
Though rightly blamed, I still deny,
But charged of my sin, you stand in silence.

A whip of cords his back to scar,
The one who made the sun and stars.
So meek he bows the stripes to bear
That he might buy my healing there.

A robe of red and purple hues—
Its every thread I wove for you,
Not to exalt but your love to scorn—
You humbly wear that I might be reborn.

A crown of thorns—it should be mine.
I mock your rule, your love divine.
You wear this crown of guilt and shame
That righteousness you could proclaim.

Forsaken now, it should be me
Who bears God's rage upon that tree.
He aches to see the Father's face
But finds wrath and all my sin erases.

A burden so heavy I cannot bear,
And by my side I see you there.
You take my cross; you take my place.
You die my death...amazing grace.

4. JOHANNES
Johannes, I've seen your hands,
How they open and close on the air.
Johannes, I've seen your eyes,
How they search for what isn't there.
Johannes, I've felt your pain;
It hurts so much to die.
But those whom he kills
He makes alive.

Dear Johannes, loved by God,
I hear angels singing.
Holy songs are ringing
All throughout this place.

Dear Johannes, loved by God,
I see the cup of wine that shines like fire.
I cannot promise you won't die.
But lift it to your lips and see
How sweet a fire it can be.

Johannes, search not your heart,
But look up with inward eyes.
Search now the wounds of Christ;
The wicked he justifies.
You'll find that for all this time
He's wanted to cleanse you and redeem.
You'll find things aren't always
What they seem.

Dear Johannes, loved by God,
I hear angels singing.
Holy songs are ringing
All throughout this place.

Dear Johannes, loved by God,
I see the cup of wine that shines like fire,
And though you know that you will die,
Just lift it to your lips and see
How sweet a fire it can be.

Lift it to your lips and see
How good it tastes to be made clean.

Johannes, close your eyes in peace.
His blood has touched your lips
And you are clean.

5. MAYBE
Maybe one more struggle.
Maybe one more sin.
Maybe one more wretched moment, torn in two
Then him.

Maybe one more second
With our eyes on other things.
Maybe one more blurry sight till face to face
With him.

Maybe one more sacrament
One more sip of wine
Till the time...

How he has carried us for all this time!
How he has borne our sins, all yours and mine!

Maybe one more sacrament
One more sip of wine
Till the time

We warm ourselves forever
In the sunshine of his smile.
May we meet him while his blood
Still lingers on our lips.

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