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Hold my Heart by Tenth Avenue North caught my ear on the radio today.  It really hit home with some stuff I’m walking through right now.

Here is the link to the audio on YouTube, and the lyrics are below to read while you listen.

Hold My Heart
Mike Donehey, Jason Ingram, Phillip LaRue

How long must I pray
Must I pray to You?
How long must I wait
Must I wait for You?
How long till I see Your face
See You shining through

I’m on my knees
Begging You to notice me
I’m on my knees
Father, will You turn to me

One tear in the driving rain
One voice in a sea of pain
Could the maker of the stars
Hear the sound of my breaking heart
One life, that’s all I am
Right now I can barely stand
If You’re everything You say You are
Would You come close and hold my heart

I’ve been so afraid, afraid to close my eyes
So much can slip away before I say goodbye
But if there’s no other way
I’m done asking why

So many questions without answers
Your promises remain
I can’t see but I’ll take my chances
To hear you call my name
To hear you call my name

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This song popped in my head many years after I last performed it in college.  It’s by John Jacob Niles (link to Wikipedia) who was “an American composer, singer, and collector of traditional ballads.”  I’ve always been fond of this piece about unrequited love.

There are many recordings on YouTube, however, I struggled to find a professionally recorded version so I just selected this one (link to YouTube) for you to listen to while you follow the lyrics below.

Lass of the Low Country
by John Jacob Niles

Oh, he was a lord of high degree
And she was a lass from the low countree
But she loved his lordship so tenderly.
Oh sorrow, sing sorrow
Now she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod
And no one knows she loved him but herself and God

One morn when the sun was on the mead
He passed by her door on a milk white steed
She smiled and she spoke, but he paid no heed
Oh sorrow, sing sorrow
Now she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod
And no one knows she loved him but herself and God

If you be a lass from the low countree
Don’t love of no lord of high degree
They haint got a heart for sympathy
Oh sorrow, sing sorrow
Now she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod
And no one knows she loved him but herself and God

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