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everybodyduck: Get in the Plate

everybodyduck: Get in the Plate

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Another everybodyduck song, if you can imagine that. This one, “Get in the Plate,” is a pretty good treatment of the idea that we can go to church, throw some money in the plate, and be done with things:

As the music starts to play
We mechanically obey
And scrape our scraps off in the plate so God can eat.

10% so very small
Most don’t feel it though at all
Just a fulfillment of a holy quota we guess we should keep

We believe what God desires is our money
The whole gift of giving we’ve completely missed
And while my solution may at first seem funny
If you truly want to give God what He wants I must insist

Get in the plate
Blow the ushers mind
When the offering plate is passed just climb in one foot at a time
Get in the plate
Try something new
Jesus won’t accept your offering until you’ve offered you

We’ll need forklifts in the aisles
Just to move the bodies piled
In the offering plate so high it’ll scrape the roof
No one ever will complain
Singing [something i can’t understand] ….

But this dream world is in [can’t understand these lyrics]
Do you tithe to ease the guilt you feel inside?
Death to self is what the gospel is demanding
So put your patronizing gifts away get in the plate and ride

Get in the plate
Blow the ushers mind
When the offering plate is passed just climb in one foot at a time
Get in the plate
Try something new
Jesus won’t accept your offering until you’ve offered you

We believe what God desires is our money
The whole gift of giving we’ve completely missed
And while my solution may at first seem funny
If you truly want to give God what He wants I must insist

Get in the plate
Blow the ushers mind
When the offering plate is passed just climb in one foot at a time
Get in the plate
Try something new
Jesus won’t accept your offering until you’ve offered you

everybodyduck: Sustained

everybodyduck: Sustained

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Here is a great praise and worship song from ebd, Sustained:

I’m satisfied by Your love so completely.
How could I thirst for the praises of man?
There’s nothing I need that You haven’t provided,
And no one can offer me peace like You can

Jesus Your love is enough
Sufficient for me
All I have needed You’ve given for free
Your love is enough
Don’t need man’s applause
I know what I’m worth I remember the cross

I’m sustained oh Lord
When Your light surrounds me the world goes away
I’m sustained oh Lord
My heart knows Your love like it flows through my veins
Such peace and contentment I found in Your grace
I can’t think why I’ve ever complained
You love me, what more can I want?
I’m sustained

everybodyduck: Doug Eats Dirt

everybodyduck: Doug Eats Dirt

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One of my favorite bands of all time is the band “everybodyduck.” They have (usually) fun, bouncy songs with masterful musician, and insightful, often witty, lyrics. Recently, I lucked up the web site of their lead singer, Darin McWaters. On this site, I found they’re giving away (sort of) their music (they have a PayPal account setup for donations). As I’ve listened to some of the songs I had been unable to find locally to buy on disc, I’d run across some songs that I wanted to share with others, so I’m going to start a new “section” here, lyrics, where I’ll post the lyrics (and, in the case of everybodyduck, links to the song). So, without further ado, Doug Eats Dirt:

First, a note on these lyrics. I can’t find them anywhere on the internet, so I did my best to transcribe them as I listened to the song. There are places where I did the best I can, and others (marked ellipses) where I just had to leave it blank. Maybe Darin will see these and help me out. 🙂(I found these here. They seem to be pretty accurate, though I made a couple of tweaks below.)

This song I found pretty challenging, and I’ve though about the dirt I may be eating. Where does one draw the line between relaxation and eating dirt? When does relaxing become…negligent?

Doug is in the garden
Doug is in the garden, It’s his third time there today
With a napkin tucked under his chin, He bows his head to pray.
thank you’s said he turns his full attention to the soft brown clay
and Starts to scoop fistfuls of dirt into his mouth.

Well his family, quite perplexed, have done all they can think to do
No plate of decent food distracts Doug from the soil he’s partial to
And he otherwise seems normal when his feeding times are through
Still there’s something not quite right with mud-stained teeth.

Cuz while on one hand we’re glad that eating dirt’s not something you die from
When there’s healthy food available it just seems sort of dumb.

Doug eats dirt! Lots of dirt!
Breakfast, lunch and dinner Doug only eats dirt!
Mud and clay and silt and sand, Doug just didn’t understand
That it doesn’t become good for you because it doesn’t hurt.

Sure if Doug was drinking poison there’d be much cause for alarm
But despite the brown ring round his mouth dirt can’t do Doug much harm.
So we tolerate his swallowing like pigs out on the farm
Still it doesn’t change the fact we wish he’d stop!

Cause if he’d eat healthy food not only would it help him grow
It would help improve digestion which has become rather slow.
It’s a proven fact that dirt clods make it really hard to grow
That decided would really clean him up a lot

Cuz while on one we’re glad that eating dirt’s not something you die from
When there’s healthy food available it just seems sort of dumb.

We’ve all got a choice between the bad, the neutral and the good.
Choosing death by drinking poison clearly no sane person would.
Still we don’t choose that which grows even though we know we should.
We’re satisfied with that which doesn’t hurt or help.

All these awkward minutes that don’t contradict God’s will
But not all things benefit us yet we choose do them still
And how can we ever hope to be like Jesus was until
We start refusing that which doesn’t help us grow.

Cuz while on one we’re glad that eating dirt’s not something we die from
When there’s healthy food available it just seems sort of dumb.

We eat dirt! Lots of dirt!
Breakfast, lunch and dinner we only eat dirt!
Mud and clay and silt and sand we just gotta understand
That it doesn’t become good for us because it doesn’t hurt.