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We are all lost, to one degree or another. In fact, one way to look at the purpose of our journey through life is, day by day, to find our way home – the ultimate and eternal home in the magnificent Source of Love and mutual love shared and growing forever! So, what I am going to say to you isn’t coming from a place where I can say, “I have found the path, and I want to share it with you.” It’s more like, “I have learned a lot from the paths I have taken. I’m still learning, but I do know some things, and have seen paths in my life I am glad I took, and paths I wish I had never gone down. But you, you are young, and I know, because you’ve told me, where you want to go, what you want to do, and become. But I’m also grieved to see you walk a path again and again that won’t lead you to your desired destination. You gotta change the path, and you know it.”

“The path you are on determines your destination.” This is something Andy Stanley shares in one of his talks, and it is profound. It fits with the biblical message that we reap what we sow. Andy says, “It doesn’t matter how much you WANT to go to Florida. If you hop in your car [on the east coast], and head north on Interstate 95, you’re never going to get to Florida.” It doesn’t matter how much you dream about Florida, wish you could get out of the cold, talk about what you will do in Florida, complain how much you hate how you are living up north and want to start again in the warmth of the sun down south. If you head north, you are never going to get there.

I think you see where I am going with this. I know you want that life you dream about. It’s such a good, free, happy life. Your goal is noble, right on target, and I’m proud of you for holding that up and saying, “I want to be this. I want this so much! I just don’t know how to get there!” We are all in this, and the paths we take to “get there” sometimes lead us off into the world of the lost even more. But we can always get back, and I believe there is a strong Infinite current in life that will lead us to that destination, as much as we allow ourselves to go with that flow – especially when we hit that dead end, and wonder what is going on.

But what I so badly want you to see is that the only way you are going to even start heading to where you want to be is for you to stop walking down the same path hoping for a different outcome. You’re never going to get it that way. Yes, sometimes that is incredibly hard, and you may find you can’t help finding yourself on that same path even when you so much want to take another. No problem. It happens to us all. But don’t fool yourself into thinking that you might catch that dream, or find that life you want, the people you want in your life, what you wish your were doing, who you are, if you don’t take that turn, even if it is just a baby step in a new direction. One step at a time does work. TAKE THE STEP! It will make such a difference in your life NOW.

It is said that insanity can be defined as, “Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.” That’s a harsh saying, but it’s true. Life is too precious to waste living under this delusion we all believe at one time or another.” It’s a waste. You don’t get what you want. You don’t get out of what you so wished you could leave behind. You don’t end up where you so nobly wished to be. Your path determines your destination.

Take the turn, just as much as you are able, one day, one moment at a time, toward those awesome goals, and you will get there. You may not get exactly what you want or end up in the perfect world. (Florida isn’t perfect.) But you have a good chance you will, now that you are actually walking toward the direction you want to go. And believe me, you are going to be way happier, way more free, way more connected, and way more who you want to be.

Take the turn!

Interview by Swedenborg Foundation with Grant Schnarr

 

This book describes a series of events that happened over several months, and in the preface to the book you say you wrote them down almost immediately after they happened. Did you have a sense then that this would become a book? At what point did you decide you wanted to publish this story?

I knew right away that I had to share this story.  So, yes, I did have the aim of writing and publishing a book about these series of events and what I learned.  I waited to actually seek publishing for many years because I needed to sit with it and see if more insights didn’t come over time, and they did!  These are now incorporated into the book.  Also, I must admit, I felt people in the church I was ministering to at that time might think the book was too “far out” when it comes to the paranormal aspects of story.  I didn’t want to make waves.  Times have changed both in society’s interest and acceptance of the paranormal, for instance the dozen or so shows now filling the menu on the television screen, to more acceptance in the church about people’s individual personal accounts of being touched by loved ones in the afterlife.  The time just seemed to become ripe, and submitted it for publication.

The events described in this book happened more than fifteen years ago. Has your perception of what happened changed since then? If so, how?

I’ve told the story many times to a variety of people over the years, and I suppose there are two lessons that I have learned and hope to share with others who read this book.  The first lesson is that you can change, that is, overcome childhood fears, wounds, and memories.  I know this is very hard for those who have gone through real trauma, and that takes a lot of help and support.  But healing to one degree or another is possible, and these events recorded in this book, and my own growing understanding and initiating life change could help others to have hope.  The second important lesson for the reader is that there is hope for an afterlife and being reunited with loved ones.  The other world is real, beautiful, and closer than you think.

Many of the events you describe had (and maybe still have) deep emotional implications for you. Was it difficult for you to share? Did any of your friends or family express reservations about you publishing it?

These experiences were not difficult to share with my close friends, as I indicate in the book.  My mother, however, said that she was ok if I published the work, but with a smile she said, “And I’d especially like you to publish it after I’ve passed on.”  Her wish has been fulfilled.  The difficulty in the first few years after writing the book was that I wasn’t sure how the book, especially the paranormal experiences, would be received by members of my church, since I was in a fairly high profile job at the time.  Over the years our culture has changed, and people are much more willing to talk about such experiences and respect what others are saying.  The time has ripened for the release of this book, and so has the book itself, having waited over a decade to update and publish.

 

The book opens with a real-life ghost story. Could you talk a little bit about how you view ghosts from a Swedenborgian perspective?

I don’t believe Swedenborg talks about “ghosts” but he does talk about the reality of the afterlife, spirits, and how they are associated with not only people, but places and things.  Swedenborg says, and I teach this, it is not a good idea to try to contact spirits, and you’ll most likely get what Swedenborg calls, “an enthusiastic spirit” who would like nothing more than to lead you astray.  This is a rare occurance, but worth heeding the warning.  Swedenborg does say that there are people who do have contact with angels on occasions and loved ones, especially the elderly who are preparing for the other world.  This is natural and not dangerous in any way, but can often make people feel better about the passing of a loved one or their own passing with age.

I don’t necessarily believe that ghosts are actual spirits trapped in this world.  There is not enough time to explain my entire views, but I believe that something in this world is attached to certain spirits, or events.  The appearance or feeling of a “ghost” may be something that is more like a recording in this world associated with the spirit but not actually the spirit itself.  A good example of this is visiting a Civil War battleground.  Many have felt the spirits of the men who fought there, and for many, the area feels especially sacred.  Are the soldiers hanging around, or is it some sort of impression they have left behind?  I think the latter.  But I could say more.

Brotherhood is a major theme in these events, especially in the broader sense of sharing a close emotional bond with other men. What does brotherhood mean to you, and what kind of role has it played in your life?

I have a lot of male friends who are my “brothers” and have worked with men is my SWET (Spiritual Warfare Effectiveness Training weekends, and we emphasize the importance of brotherhood and brotherly support.  This means a lot to me.  But growing up without my brother present in my life, to actually experience that I HAVE a brother, a “bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh” brother is deeply moving and special to me.  It’s huge, and when you read the book, you’ll see that it has changed everything for me.

Although some of the things you describe were traumatic at the time, you describe looking back later and seeing the hand of the Lord guiding you through these “coincidences.” Do you think this happens to other people, too?

I think there are signs all around us all the time of God’s presence and leading.  We just have to look for them, and be open to his leading.  It’s always in the right direction.  I don’t believe God makes bad things happen.  This is contrary to his pure and absolute love, but when bad things happen, he can make the best come out of it, and even good come out of it, if we let him.  He’s that loving and that powerful.  Why some people have more dramatic lives than others is beyond me.  I happen to be one of those people, and I often wish my life were a little more bland.  But who knows?  Maybe I need huge signs that God is there to keep me on track?  I don’t know.

Has anything similar to the events described in this book happened to you since? Would you want it to?

Although I’ve been involved in helping others when things like this happen, whether it’s investigating a paranormal experience from a priestly perspective, or giving hope to those who are bereaved, I have never had anything happen, like what is written in this account, since.  I am glad.  It was a lot to handle, and though I grew much from it, I am happy to have no more near-death experiences, or the like.

The Ghost in the Family Room

October 3, 2012 By Grant Schnarr – Courtesy of Patheos Book Club.

By Grant Schnarr
Author, Ghost Brother Angel (now featured at the Patheos Book Club)

Some say that this is the time of year when the veil between our world and the world of spirit is thin. For some, this is the time of year when ghosts appear, and even reach out for us. I experienced a haunting of a room in our house growing up. The whole family did.

I can tell you without blinking an eye that we had a ghost in what we called, “The New Room,” the latest addition to our house — a family room. It started with my sisters in High School reporting that they felt they were being watched, not by someone through a window, but right next to them. As I grew older I also had this sense. In fact, this presence would grow so strong, when I spent any time in there, that I had to stop whatever I was doing and quickly leave.  I was afraid it would appear.

We didn’t call the ghost “Casper,” but it was friendly. Many times when either my little sister or I would be feeling sad and put on some music to comfort us, the presence would also become sad, and try to reach out to comfort us as well. But it also had an attitude. It liked certain music more than others, and would let us know what it liked and didn’t like. For instance, it liked “Tuesday Afternoon” by the Moody Blues, and it hated “Wild Thing” by the Troggs.  We could literally feel agitation growing in the room every time we listened to “Wild Thing.” One day we sat next to the stereo, listening to “Wild Thing” on an old 45, while Tuesday Afternoon” sat above, cued to drop down and play next.  Right in front of our eyes, in the middle of the song, the phonograph needle slid across the record. “Wild Thing” lifted off the machine and flew across the room, smashing on the fireplace. “Tuesday Afternoon,” which had gently floated upward to make room for “Wild Thing”’s sudden exit, slid down into place, the needle came over and set gently onto the record, and “Tuesday Afternoon” started playing. We screamed and ran out of the room.

As I grew into a teen I leaned how to play electric guitar, and had an enormous guitar amplify placed in that room. There was a hallway and two doors between that room and the rest of the house, so it buffered the deafening sound from the rest of the house when I went into that room and cranked up the guitar to deafening levels. Once, as I told my mother I was going into the New Room to play guitar, she admonished me not to play too loudly, because the neighbors had complained. As a teen is prone to do. I nodded, headed down the hall toward the New Room, closed both doors and cranked the guitar up as loud, if not louder than usual.  I stood in the middle of the room facing the door with a big smile on my face, knowing Mom would be in there any second telling me to turn it down. Yup, as I watched, the door handle turned, the door flew open, and nobody was there.  In fact, the door on the other side of the hall was still closed! My smile disappeared, and so did I, guitar left on the floor, and me in the kitchen frantically telling my mother what had happened. This happened more than once, and to several people.

A lot happened in there. Records flew across the room, doors opened and closed mysteriously, things fell from the wall, furniture moved, and as a teen, as my girlfriend and I watched television in that room, I glanced up and saw a man standing in the doorway once, in a red shirt, with no face. That made an impression on me. Hair really does stand up on it’s end when you are suddenly scared. We followed the normal pattern — exited the premises as quickly as possible! Dozens of friends also experienced the ghost, and one college student studied and wrote their senior thesis about it. As I moved out of the house to start my adult life, I put it in the back of my memory, and literally and figuratively moved on.

Decades later, it all came back to me after a series of brushes with death — an emergency landing at JFK, minus a tire and much of the hydraulic system, and my youngest son being hit by a bus and thrown 48 feet in Philadelphia while my wife and I were half way around the world in South Africa. It turns out, except for a concussion and a few bruises, he was fine. The doctors called it a miracle, but it left me an emotional wreck. As I tried to recover, an incredible series of “coincidences” began, with such purpose and profound meaning, as if I was being led to something important. I was not only led to revisit the entire “ghost in the new room” experience, but was also led to a family “secret” which not only explained just what that ghost may have been, but also brought incredible healing to our family. But what exactly happened, and why, and the adventure along the way, well, you’ll have to read the book to find out.

GHOST, BROTHER, ANGEL

A true ghost story, an adventure, and a deeply touching memoir, Ghost Brother Angel, is hitting the stores in October, and is already available on Amazon.com.  People say it’s a real page turner.  Get it now, before it gets you.  :)

  As a child, Grant Schnarr was haunted (as many children are) by a fear of the dark, a fear of the      unknown, of monsters in his closet. But more than that, he was haunted by a real ghost—a dark presence that lingered in his family’s house, occasionally moving objects, making noises, or even appearing to unsuspecting family members and guests.

As an adult, Grant had almost forgotten about the ghost until a series of brushes with death began to awaken old memories. Over the course of several months, a series of “coincidences” led him to dig deeper and deeper into a long-buried family tragedy. Forced to confront his deepest fears, armed with the lessons he learned from the spiritual warriors in his life, he finally learns the truth on a dark night in the woods of Wisconsin.

Anyone who has suffered a loss or struggled with fears will relate to this real-life tale of facing your inner—and outer—demons, told from Grant’s uniquely Swedenborgian perspective.

Ghost Brother Angel

It’s Easter.  One of the things I find especially enlightening is Swedenborg’s assertion that Jesus’ temptation on the cross was the most crucial, but not the whole story.  He went through temptations/spiritual struggles, and faced not just some hell in his life, but faced everything hell and all the demons of all time had to throw at him.  It is also said that he faced some of the worst, the Nephalim, in his childhood!

I grew up hearing that dying on the cross was the worst death possible.  Here’s the thing.  In the world we live in today, and the knowledge of the most horrible things that happen to some people, some can say that dying on the cross isn’t as bad as some things.  I do agree.  I think of some people who suffer at the hands of others terrible things, and I’m not going to name them, but TERRIBLE things and even may end up facing the last terrible thing – their death.  Here’s the thing.  So, maybe the cross is one of the worst ways to die, and certainly the significance of the crucifixion cannot be lessened, as it means so much to Christians, especially when it comes to some believers that this is the act that allows salvation.  I think his life was more important, by the way, and that his saving power is something he returned to us from his life here on earth, and that power is available for us every day.  But back to the point, since Jesus faced ALL the demons in his lifetime, he did, he really did suffer it all, and face it all, from the most hellish torture to a thousand, no, endless cruelties of unimaginable nature.  And he overcame them all, as only our God, our messiah, the real divinely human savior of the world.  So, yeah, his life was ended on the cross, but whoever you are, and whatever you’ve been through, he does know your pain, and he knows it because he lived it, and lives it every time we do, being with us, inside of us, and is ready to welcome us with love and warm arms of peace and utter empathy.

So, yeah, he faced it all, lived it all, suffered it all, and overcame it all – just for us.

Happy Easter,

Grant

A Sleepless Thought

So, about 4:00 AM I’m awake thinking, among other things, “does the practice of my particular religious faith really help at all?” I thought about it hard, as one is apt to do at 4am, and realized that though I’ve made lots of mistakes in my life, the course of my life has, indeed, been altered for good in those times I chose the path of my faith, and so many times it would have lay in ruins if I had gone the other way. I only have today, but I’m glad for the little pieces I’ve been able to hold together. Stuff happens in the darkest of nights. Sometimes in those dark nights of the soul comes the light.

Howling Minstrels

A Continuation of Commentary on the lyrics I’ve been writing for our songs – NO RESERVE!  This particular song was written in a poem in 1982, while in theological school, before most of my band members today were born!

Howling Minstrels on a Still Red Sea

HOWLING MINSTRELS

Howling minstrels on a still red sea,

Motionless waves of sweet silence singing,

Ringing the chimes of destiny.

Living the songs they were singing.

The song Howling Minstrels started out as a poem I wrote back in 1984.  It truly was something of a vision – standing on the beech watching a strange triad of medieval musicians asleep from a night of song and laughter, waking at dawn as their raft crumbled beneath them.

The musicians three in number,

From their slumber waking,

Clutching to their raft of lumber,

The plank beneath them surely breaking.

It’s about the loss of control—not about going out of control, but rather the helplessness of disconnection, powerlessness as fate presses down beyond anyone’s dreams or reason.  And yet, even in this disconnected world, somehow our eyes meet.  I see.  They see that I can see them.   There is only one conclusion to this unfolding of events, and we both know it.

Hopeless figures gazing at a distant shoreline,

Where I stood and watched their faces sinking.

They were too far out to reach

And they knew it.

But I still wondered what they were thinking,

What they were feeling,

As their tear-filled eyes reached for mine.

In the song, the drums go into double time at this point, the acoustic turns to an acid rock riff, and the vocals rise in acknowledgment of the inevitable and ultimate verdict of fate.  As suddenly as it started is ended, as they disappear into the calm red sea.

Caught up in the struggle of earth and sky,

Darkness blanketing the warm sun’s gleaming,

The minstrels, seemingly dreaming,

Silently screaming,

Disappeared before our eyes.

And at that time that they went under,

There was no lightening; there was no thunder,

There were no groans of ancient blunder,

But only the tears of pitiless wonder.

The poem ended with another verse, taking us back to the beginning.  In the song, the verse isn’t sung, but rather the quiet instrumental tells the tale as the voices, silenced in the deep, can sing no more.  Here’s the end of the poem.

Silent minstrels in the still red sea

Motionless waves of sweet silence singing,

Ringing the chimes of destiny.

Living the songs they were singing.

Originally, before so many have joined them in the now infamous 27 Club, this was dedicated to Jimi, Janis, and Jim – Howling Minstrels indeed.  Today it speaks of any and all who find their lives have fallen out of control, and the powerlessness those around them experience.

Grant Schnarr

Howling Minstrels – the song

Continuing on Commentary on my new writing – lyrics for the songs I write for my band, NO RESERVE!

SHOUT IT!

This song is about revolution. Look at what is happening in the Middle East – the Arab Spring. I watch the videos of people from country after country rising up in masses, shouting, many times spiritual praise to their God, mixed with anger at the totalitarian regime that not only stripped them of their freedom, dignity, and even their livelihood, but shoot them down as they rise in the name of justice.

Shout! Shout it! Shout! Shout it!

The lyrics focus on the one who has found his way to the top, through, at first, possible charisma, glad-handing, and pretense of a kind of pseudo kingly omniscience. Often in the shadows this figure simultaneously works deceit and deception, and even worse, plots and carries out secret missions to eliminate those who may stand in his way of reaching and keeping on top.

You see the sun, you are the One:
I don’t know.
A bag of lies, you realize-
All of you!
You walk to talk and stock the jock
All in time.

He does see the sun. That is what makes him so much more the evil one – knowing truth he can manipulate it, twist it, use it in ways to gain power. At the same time this inner sight (sun) gives him an uncanny ability to see the big picture, to perceive, sense, smell the way to overcoming all.

But there seems to be some kind of law of nature, or can I say God? That those who rise fall. There is a saying from Lao Tzu:

“He who stands on tiptoe
doesn’t stand firm.
He who rushes ahead
doesn’t go far.
He who tries to shine
dims his own light.
He who defines himself
can’t know who he really is.
He who has power over others
can’t empower himself.
He who clings to his work
will create nothing that endures.”

Those who rise for their own glory fall. In the song, SHOUT IT!, the one singing sees what is happening and is calling him on it, just as every individual who wakes and rises against tyranny opens his or her eyes and begins to see.

You know I see:
Real you!
It’s on the way, right here today.
No surprise.
This night of lies, the sun will rise
Over you!
You!
Can’t!
Fool!
All the Fools!
They’ve!
Got!
You!
By the Rules!

We all hate rules, and I don’t mean what the teacher says. I mean the way life is set up, and the way of peace leads to peace, while the way of violence and self serving arrogance and misuse of power leads to downfall. Perhaps it is karma.

I wrote the tune for this song before writing the lyrics, but I was drawn to the chorus, to find something of a judgment a divine judgment of such people. I found it in the book of Jeremiah, reworked to fit the song, but it says it all.

“I’ll make you small again:
Despised of all men,
Your fierceness, it has deceived you.
Heart now full with pride
Crawl in holes and clefts inside.
Though you nest by eagles’ side,
I’ll bring you down.”

And the people rise, and are willing to die for the cause, which inspires even more to rise in the name of everything that is right, in the best sense of the word.

The more you kill the stronger will,
Onto you.

Shout! Shout it! Shout! Shout it!

The end of the song is more personal. One of my favorite quotes is a Native American saying, “You cannot destroy me, not one who has dreamed a dream like mine.” (Chippewa) I feel that way, not so much about people who may wish to do me harm, but my inner demons who would like to bring me down, in times of trial and despair. I have had dreams, dreams of making a difference, and I have seen many come to fruition. If we dream of what is possible, and I mean what we can give to this world, how can we be harmed from the spiritual forces who would bring us down?

You! Can’t! Fool! Me!
You! Can’t! Touch! Me!
You! Can’t! Kill! Me!
Not!
One!
“Who has dreamed a dream like mine!”

Just before telling you about the end of the song, I want to say that this person I write about is not just about “those people” out there. It’s about me, the shadow self, leader, public figure. Anyone who has found themselves in a place of leadership in any form, or notoriety, faces the dark side of self. This one “who spits the pain like acid rain” burning himself, well, that’s the me I try not to be. Just sayin.

The song changes up into what may have said is a hypnotic beat, with a strong bass line, guitar, and harmonics. You hear a solitary woman (Steph) singing in the emptiness, “He will come.” She sings this over and over again. Then she is joined by a male voice (Alan). They sing together in harmony. I’m not a born-againer, and don’t even believe that Jesus is going to make some earthly appearance. I see the coming of the messiah as a new dawn of understanding, and of love, and I see it happening even now. But for those in the dark and crushed by oppression, they hope for that time of deliverance, and “he does come” to them. For me, the solitary voice is the last bit of hope in times of darkness and despair that the divine light will shine and that I must wait for it, fight for it, but most important – believe in it. He will come.

As these words are chanted, another voice comes in strong, “Thy will be done,” repeated again and again. This too, is not only my surrender to what is, and the belief that the “will to be done” is something leading to love and peace, and what is genuinely good about this life, but it is also the promise that the will of LOVE, Divine Love, will find its way, its home, its manifestation and fruition in me, in the world, in everyone who struggles against the oppressor, whether spiritual or an actual manifestation of evil, to a place of redemption, peace, freedom.

Grant Schnarr

Shout It
Shout! Shout it! Shout! Shout it!

You see the sun, you are the One:
I don’t know.
A bag of lies, you realize-
All of you!
You walk to talk and stock the jock
All in time.
You fall in the line, you’re outta time:
Onto you!

Shout! Shout it! Shout! Shout it!

You’re on the Nine making the rhyme:
Mr. Cool.
Setting us free? You know I see:
Real you!
It’s on the way, right here today.
No surprise.
This night of lies, the sun will rise
Over you!
You!
Can’t!
Fool!
All the Fools!
They’ve!
Got!
You!
By the Rules!

“I’ll make you small again:
Despised of all men,
Your fierceness, it has deceived you.
Heart now full with pride
Crawl in holes and clefts inside.
Though you nest by eagles’ side,
I’ll bring you down.”

You say you know I know you know,
What you do.
Like acid rain you spit the pain,
Burning you.
You call the lies – Paradise,
Buried eyes:
The more you kill the stronger will,
Onto you.

Shout! Shout it! Shout! Shout it!

You! Can’t! Fool! Me!
You! Can’t! Touch! Me!
You! Can’t! Kill! Me!
Not!
One!
“Who has dreamed a dream like mine!”

“I’ll make you small again:
Despised of all men,
Your fierceness it has deceived you.
Heart now full with pride
Crawl in holes and clefts inside.
Though you nest by eagles’ side,
I’ll bring you down.”

He will Come…. Thy will be done.

http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_12194419

Break this Stone

Break this Stone

Posted on Jan 22, 2012 at 09:59 PM
 on Reverbnation.com

It was shortly after my son died at age 27, a beautiful man with so much to offer the world, and his music was extraordinary.

Having been left alone to cope with this tragedy, I had to write about it, sharing the pain, and also the prayer that he was taken up into the afterlife/heaven, and that he was now at peace and mentally and physically whole again. That’s when Break This Stone formed and wrote itself.

In all sincerity, I writhed on my bed like a snake in pain, and truly felt that living was the only thing worse than death.” But I also called out to whatever or whoever God was up there to bring him peace, and bring us all peace, especially those who suffer. And so I wrote the words of the song, “with tears bleeding from my eyes.” This song helped me make it through, and we dedicate this to my son, Jason, the rock star in heaven, every time we play it.

I can see the broken hearted
Doubled in their pain.
In the darkness swelling mists
Of stillness breaks the frozen rain.

Colder than the lowest places
Empty warn out sullen faces,
Drops the colors of the skies,
The tears are bleeding from my eyes.

Break this stone and quell the heart-ache
Take the cold dead dear departing
Calling on the other station,
Who’s the one in adoration?

Left alone to writhe like a snake
Swimming through a fiery lake.
Dying a thousand times a breath
When only living is worse than death.

What’s real is anyone’s guess to me
I only see love and that’s all I see,
If that’s the only thing that’s left
I can take another breath.

Open up this house of glory
Let him speak and tell his story
Turn the broken into power
Let this be your finest hour

Break out in love
And one and Peace
This one’s allowed
To know relief
Set the soul free
The one who cries.
Give them to see.
Let them rise. [REPEAT]

Through the fallen times and faces
Must be another day.
Cut short in empty places
Take them where they lay.

Cut through the heart of madness
Past the cold dark lonely sadness
Isn’t this the past of lies,
Caught up in your paradise?

Break this stone and quell the heart-ache
Take the cold dead dear departing
Calling on the other station,
Who’s the one in adoration.

Lift him through that final hour
Break the clouds that caused this shower
Shot within the walls of leaven
Like a rocket toward the heavens.

Now
Give live and love
Peace
This one’s above
Life
It’s through the brawl
Heaven
It waits them all.

Now
Give live and love
Peace
This one’s above
Life
It’s time to live.
Love
For this to give.

It was the love of others that pulled me through. Though Alan sings the song, and with such heart, having lost a brother as well, my fairly lengthy lead guitar at the end, is where I get to give each concert my instrumental tribute through the combination bended strings and loving-warrior-heart blasting into the silence, and crying out to the universe – Peace, Love, Life!
Grant Schnarr

Break This Stone

There’s a nifty study guide online for this book which will help you reconnect with the New Christianity.

You Can Believe!

 

 

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