Hero (This is Our God)

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A Father to the fatherless, a fountain for the thirsty.
The innocent plead their cause to Him and find justice.
Who is like Him in all the earth?

This is our God.
Hallelujah, the hero of Heaven.

Verse Two
He see’s the roads you’ve traveled and He’s walked upon your shores.
Hold fast unto His promise.
Who is like Him in all the earth?

This is our God.
Hallelujah, the hero of Heaven.

And we know that there’s no other Way by which men are saved.
The First and Last. The Holy One. Our Immanuel.

A broken heart is what I bring. I have no other offering.
But in Your hands I am made whole.
Who is like You in all the earth?

You are my God.
Hallelujah, the hero of Heaven!

© 2007 Kevin Thompson


Sunday Morning

28May09

Moses Brown

Found an video tape of my old band Moses Brown recording our demo. Made me feel nostalgic and a bit old. Thought I would post one of our fan faves-Sunday Morning. I used to love playing this song live.

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Our lives are measured out and rationed out in minutes. Minutes that are wasted and discarded. Minutes that are sacrificed daily in front of computer screens, iPhones and high-definition  television sets. Minutes that are murdered by laziness and boredom.

Minutes are easily forgotten as a new ones replace the old.

But moments….moments are lasting. They are stamped into our memory. Good or bad they are there. Moments are part of who we are. A first kiss, the first time you hold your child, hearing a loved one has died, all lasting moments.

Moments can be shared or private. Moments can be planned but some of the best ones are spontaneous.

The other morning my son woke up early. It was about five in the morning and he came in my room and asked me to go downstairs with him. Hoping that he would go back to sleep, I told him that we go could go camp out in his bunk bed together.

As we settled in he looked at me and said “this is going to be a good day because I am starting it with you dad.” I forgot about sleeping and decided to spend a moment with my son.

Plesiosaurus The conversation, as it often does, turned to talk of giant squids. It was early in the morning but as always I am in the mood for an in depth conversation about the mysteries of the deep. We talked about giant squid, the loch ness monster & champ which the Thompson household takes a firm stand in favor of the plesiosaurus theory.

I’m not sure why little kids feel they have to make up stuff to contribute to a conversation. Maybe it’s because they need to feel important. Maybe they want to feel like they have something to say as well. Something to add to the conversation. Maybe it’s because adults don’t listen enough. I don’t know.

But about ten minutes into the conversation came the first one. “My teacher said that they video taped a giant squid on a beach eating frogs.” Which anyone giant squid expert will tell you is simply not true- but being in a moment with my son I didn’t want to ruin it.

Another minute passed and another tall tale. I didn’t want to correct him. We were having such a great time; but I knew that there wasn’t a whale as big as five football fields that eats great white sharks by the mouthful.

The conversation turned to cheetahs. I am no cheetah expert but I knew this couldn’t be true: “They once recorded a cheetah going 250 miles an hour.” My heart sunk. Not because my son is terribly bad at lying but because it was ruining the moment.

I talked to him about lying and stretching the truth. The moment had passed.

As a Christ-follower I am convinced that I will spend eternity with my heavenly father. Not minutes. Not moments. Forever.

As a worship leader,  I’m constantly searching for moments. Moments in the presence of God. Moments that are transformational Moments where an entire congregation gets caught up in the glory of God. It’s an amazing thing; we praise God and He pours into us.

I don’t believe our walk with Christ should be based solely on moments. Too many of us Christ followers can become moment or experience-driven. Too many of us are searching for a moment with Jesus at the expense of all the minutes He has given us stewardship over.

God wants every minute. But there are times when He wants a moment with us. A time to speak to us, to refresh us, to correct us, to captivate us. He wants us.

I wonder if His heart sinks when I come to him full of sin and pride. When I come to Him in prayer with my own selfish agenda. When I confess Him with my lips but I still hold myself in the highest place.

I wonder if His heart breaks because He wants a moment with me and I am ruining it.
kevin.


I have been getting a lot out of our church’s recent series Greater Than (www.lifesbigequation.com). Over the last few weeks God has been reminding me of His grace and love for me.

So many times I try to fix myself. I see the weaknesses and flaws in my own walk and I can become discouraged and loaded down with guilt. I think sometimes I trust God for the big things but my pride and ignorance gets in the way of trusting Him with everything else.

I know that through Jesus I am saved, and there is nothing I can do to earn salvation, but I try to fix my laziness, my temper, my wrong attitude, etc myself. Instead of bringing it to the cross I try to correct it on my own.

It’s like a stomach- cancer patient trying to self medicate using Pepto Bysmoll.

Without taking my weakness and sin to Him I am doing nothing more than failing to keep the equivalent of a new years’s resolution. No amount of planning or positive thinking is going to change me.

It’s so exhausting carrying guilt. When you wake up in the morning it’s there and it even wakes you up in the middle of the night to remind you of it’s presence.

A friend once told me “religion is a crutch and I don’t need a crutch.”

I do. I need more than a crutch. I need to be carried because my own strength is useless. God’s grace and love is greater than religion. Greater than meaningless resolutions.

Some people view God as the angry dude on a throne ready to smite. God is love. He doesn’t just love. He is love. I’m not even sure if He likes the word smite.  He is the God of second chances. He is the God of 1,000,000,000 chances.

No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us.                                                              Romans 8:37  (English Standard Version)


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My band had just broken up and I still had a demo CD I had put together for our lead singer/songwriter. The CD was full of different song ideas and riffs I was working on. I started listening to the disc while I was driving back and forth to night classes at community college. I began singing and making up melodies to go with the ideas.

During this time I wrote my first songs: “Emily,” “Light of Your Glorious,” “Maybe Tomorrow,” and “Mama Don’t.”I had never really sang before but I asked my friend Phil if I could record some vocals in his studio. I’m not sure what made me think I could sing but I tried it.

I remember a few people literally laughed out loud when I told them I was going to sing and put out an album. I mean they literally laughed out loud-not the “lol” you type when you are texting either. An audible laugh out loud.

I recorded an album called “Songs From Two Towns Over” and gave most of the copies to family and friends who were in need of a good coaster. This was the first song on the album.

light-of-your-glorious

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Songs From a Broken Planet

 My second release-Songs From a Broken Planet is available in a special Indieheaven Digitial Download addition for only $5.00. 

Tracklist

When I Fall
Wolves At My Door
Nail Scarred Hands
Another Song For The Blind
God Don’t Need Another Rock Star
I’ll Never Walk Alone
Right By You
Magenta
To My Good Friend Charlie Flynn
Blues For Zatoichi
Overhead (Hand Of God)
Sort It Out
Because I Still Love You

The mixes are updated a bit and the mp3’s are in 192kbps. Click here to buy


the following is a result of 4 hours sleep, five cups of coffee, a hardrive full of loops and  boredom/bouncing of the walls. Please download and enjoy……..Mama Don\’t (big, fat, jerkhead remix)


 

 "Nail Scarred Hands" wallpaper

I am really excited that our worship team will be playing Nail Scarred Hands on Easter Sunday. Even better: an artist will be painting a large mural representing the songs lyrics-while we are performing the song! Too cool!

This wallpaper is part of the cover art for “Songs From a Broken Planet” You can download it here  –https://thompoutloud.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/wallpaper_01.jpg


As we were getting ready to travel last weekend I asked my seven year old son Logan to pray.

Dear Jesus,
Please help us have a safe trip. Please put your hands on our car and keep us safe. Please put angels in front of our car and in back of it.
And please put an invisible bubble around the car so if any bad guys touch it they will get electrocuted.
In your name,
Amen


Soul Man?

29Nov07

If you have spent half a day with me or listened to any of my songs you know I love the blues. I first got into the blues when I was 13 and got a BB King cassette. Yes, a cassette. I fell in love with this music and I still feel it in my toes when I hear certain songs. (There have been certain times when I felt something so deeply my toes curled-even to the point of causing my foot to cramp.)

The blues were relevant, immediate, and vital.. The people that wrote the classics were writing out of real life problems. Most of the guys that were recording in the early days were still working sharecroppers. They were poor but used their God-given gifts. BB said he wanted to play so bad that he would stretch a wire between 2 nails just to emulate a guitar.

Over the years the blues evolved into different genres-including Hip Hop. Some would argue that traditional blues is no longer relevant. If you were to ask someone what a bluesman looked like you would probably get some caricature of a dude wearing sunglasses and a fedora. You can buy a Halloween costume and look like a “Blues Brother.”

I don’t have anything against modern blues but a lot of it’s purveyors are middle age white guys playing over priced guitars and trying to fit a caricature. I wonder if their music is anything beyond entertainment. It’s fun- but does it resonate?

If you study the blues you can see a reflection of the Psalms, David wrote about such themes as being in danger, being scarred, being broken and yes, even the woes of woman trouble. The Psalms are relevant, immediate, and vital. The Word of God is alive. It can’t grow stale. But we can. We- specifically modern worship teams- can be in danger of becoming a caricature of ourselves.

When I felt God telling me to be more worshipful and intentional with my own songs for a split second I started to focus my attention on the dress and demeanor of some of my favorite worship leaders. I was thinking of how to look first rather than how to be.

Another favorite of mine is Bruce Lee. I heard him say in an interview that the reason he was so successful was because, unlike many of his contemporaries, he chose to copy habits and not just mannerisms of successful people.

We don’t have to copy the style (including clothing and appearance) of popular worship leaders in order to keep our worship relevant, immediate, and vital. If we are consistently being led by the Holy Spirit, are grounded in the Word, and under authority then our music and our lives will continue to resonate.