Grace comes

Verse 1

Grace comes.
To the believer
And to
Those whose receive it
For all
Sinners and sleepers,

 

Verse 2

Love comes
Into weakness
Healing
All inner secrets
From loss
Into completeness
Dark can’t stand light.

Chorus 1

Freely given
Freely offered
Freely taken
Is His best option
Freedom given
To those who see it
Like breathing air.

 

Verse 3

So says
The Great Keeper
And the
Great Deliverer
You can
Now discover
The power of the light.

Chorus 2

Darkness cannot
Overcome
His light
which over runs
See the Greater
See the Person
Just look for Love
Just look for Love.

Words & Music copyright by Peter Hall. Scot Free Music. 27.1.2016

You listen to or download the song here. (Ukulele and vocals. 2.09 mins. 2.0 mb)

You can read or download words with ukulele chords here.

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I love You

I love You
Jesus
I love You
Jesus
I want to sing You
A beautiful love song
Flowing from a heart that longs to worship,

I long for You
Spirit
I long for You
Spirit
For You have made me
Who I am today
So I ask Your Spirit
To move and have Your way,

In me
In me.

Words and music copyright by Peter Hall 1995. Scotfree music.

Recorded with my then 14 year old daughter. One take, one microphone, one guitar, Same God !. I am very proud of “Daddy’s girl”.

 

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Feeling home

Feeling home
A place that’s spiritual
Behind the veil
Infects the natural
A place to belong
A place to sing a song
Where I can be myself,

That’s my home
A place that’s spiritual
Put up my sail
The wind is powerful
Where the weak is strong
And the boat floats along
A safe Harbour to stay,

Where I am free to make mistakes
And bring freedom of fear,
And the transfer of His love takes place
With the transfer my of cares,
And the safety of the Father’s arms
Comforts mind and soul
Assurance to the anxious heart
From the God who has control.

So there’s my home
A place internal
Where I am known
A place that’s powerful
Where my life makes sense
Free from worthless trends
That fades over wasted time

Where I can know what is real
And meaning is defined
By the God of Truth who sets me free
To what is good and kind
And a Kingdom that is spiritual
Is reality
Infects that which is natural
And brings vitality…

Words & music copyright by Peter Hall. Scot Free music. January 2016.

You can listen to, or download the song here. 2.13 mins. 2 mb

Download the lyrics with ukulele chords here. 168kb

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Bored

People walking down town on Life Street
With apple earphones in their ears,
Blocking out the noise of the traffic
Contemplating dealing with their fears,
They look for bling while window shopping
To brighten up the mask they made themselves
Trying to fill empty lives with something
But there’s nothing on the shelves.

How long before they will realize
That road has nothing in their stores,
Nothing that will give the satisfaction
To take away the reason they’re bored,
The things that they thought would be so exciting
Has made them see that they have learnt,
The only thing Life street has to offer
Was the law of diminishing returns.

But they just keep on window shopping
Even though they know it is absurd,
Because that’s the way the ants keep on creeping
And they want to keep up with the herd,
So they learn to enjoy the numbing boredom
Because they know nothing else,
While hoping something just appears
Around the corner on the next shelf.

But there will always be another fashion
That will tickle boredom’s itch,
And give them strength to keep on walking
While keeping fashion houses rich,
But changing wives and cars and horses
Or wishing they were thin or tall,
Will just defer the problem
That they are just plain bored.

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Driverless train on the Paris metro

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Driverless train on the Paris metro
How it’s stops I’ll never know,
I’ll just have to trust the engineer
And the technology that made it go,
Going faster up the hill
My heartbeat climbs another notch
Slowing down on the other side
How on Earth does it feather stop ?.

Parisian eggs and bacon for breakfast
Along with a croissant and strawberry jam,
Washes well with Parisian coffee
And the sausage and seasoned ham,
But what happens after the chewing
Is a mystery no one knows,
How the food turns into muscle
And sinew and into blood that flows.

These are mysteries we cannot fathom
But we know they always work,
Because of laws made by the creator
The one who gave His life for His Church,
The laws of science and food are sure
We live our life in their rhythms and rhymes,
So love the mystery and the God who made them
Along with the food and the Parisian ride.

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What is it about a hillbilly song ?

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What is it about a Hillbilly Song ?
That sounds so good to me
What is it about a Hillbilly Song ?
The story’s of life believed
What is it about a Hillbilly Song ?
That touches me within
Can ya please tell me
What is it about a Hillbilly Song ?.

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When I was a boy of twelve
My Grandpa played to me
Little Roy Lewis on the ol’ banjo
I couldn’t believe my ears
He picked & played that ol’ 5 string
Like I never heard before
& when he sang about my Jesus
He opened that hillbilly door.

I remember my childhood on the farm
My family would sing & play
Between the ukulele’s & steel guitars
They had something to say
They recorded “I met the Master”
And “When God dips His pen”
And preached about the love of Jesus
On Radio 2KA.

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Now they call it “country”
Not “Hillbilly” now it seems
They’ve replaced the fiddle & banjo
With tinsel & cellophane dreams
Give me a song sung from the heart
Sung the Hillbilly way
With banjo’s, dobro’s & steel guitars
I wanna hear a hillbilly play !.

Words & music by Peter Hall 20/8/2010. © Scot Free Music

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A true story song. My family would record gospel songs to play in between talking about the gospel on a half hour radio show called “Happy Harmonies” on radio 2KA during the 1960’s and 1970’s.

The final say

When I have felt alone
I’ve known you as my own.

In the vacuum of no voice
I still know to rejoice.

Not knowing where to go
I know the River’s flow.

When circumstances come
There’s stillness in the storm.

When finance seems to lack
I know you have my back.

When feelings want to worry
My fears you like to carry.

When criticism bites
On my behalf you fight.

When today is filled with sorrow
There’ll be joy in my tomorrow.

In desperation prayers
You’ve listed all my cares.

When missing children hurts
Your nearness is my church.

Giving up cries out
But assurance is Your shout.

Whatever comes my way
You are the final say.

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Whatever happens is not final, and in therefore is not necessarily reality. It may be true, but it is not the truth because God has the final say…

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Singin’ our heads off in Taylor Park again

Singin’ our heads off in Taylor Park again
Singin’ ’bout Jesus as we remember when
How baby Jesus came to be our Saviour
A chance for a new life to begin.

Chorus

“We Three Kings”, ‘n’ “Silent Night”, and “Joy to the World”.
Remind us, we needed Christmas Day
How a Saviour came to us, cos
We couldn’t save ourselves
To give His life, so we could know His grace.

 

Kids with candles and faces all aglow
Shows that tonight is more than just a show
A new generation who needs a Saviour
A heavenly father’s love they need to know.

Bridge

What I sing about is more than Santa
Jingle Bells or Rudolf and his sleigh
But Jesus Christ who is God’s answer
and how God provided us a way,

Last time
Singin’ our heads off in Taylor Park again !.

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Key D Capo 2nd Fret
C                                    F        G       C       F G
Singin’ our heads off in Taylor Park again
C                                  F       G             C
Singin’ ’bout Jesus as we remember when
Dm                                              C
How baby Jesus came to be our Saviour
Dm                  F           G    C
A chance for a new life to begin.

 
Chorus

F                                   G                            C              Am
“We Three Kings”, ‘n’ “Silent Night”, and “Joy to the World”.
Dm                   G                           C
Remind us, we needed Christmas Day
F                      G
How a Saviour came to us, cos
C                 C/B      Am
We couldn’t save ourselves
Dm                         G                            C
To give His life, so we could know His grace.

 

Kids with candles & faces all aglow

Shows that tonight is more than just a show

A new generation who needs a saviour

A Heavenly Father’s love they need to know

 

Bridge

Am                                             C
What I sing about is more than Santa
Am                                           C
Jingle Bells or Rudolf and his sleigh
Am                                            C
But Jesus Christ who is God’s answer
       Dm               F              G
and how God provided us a way

 

Last time
C                               F             G     C
Singin’ our heads off in Taylor Park again

 

Found in the archives (an old back up drive !). A Christmas song written for “Carols in the Park” (Taylor Park, Grenfell NSW) in Australia at Christmas 2007. I was the MC for town Carol’s that year and wrote this for a gap in time between items. I have never recorded this one…it was for a time and place.

Words & music copyright by Peter Hall 2007

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As I walk in You

A                       E                D
Your death has given life to me

A                 E                           D
You are the Truth who sets me free

D              A
It’s in my weaknesses

D               A                     E
I know the power of Your grace.

 
Chorus
A                F#m         Bm
Your loving kindness is better than life itself

A                         F#m                      Bm
There’s no where else that gives me life

A            F#m
I turn my face to you

Bm
Take the focus off myself

A           F#m          Bm                   E                A
My everyday life is being renewed as I walk in You.

 

Found this in the archives. Wrote this for a house group. I have totally forgotten the tune. I even forgot I composed this…but it was relevant to what God was revealing to that group at the time.

Words and music copyright by Peter Hall. 18.2.2008

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Kimberley man

The first sun shines at half past four
The red dirt makes a grass-less floor
This is a life of unique brand
For him they call “the Kimberley man”.

The fans are never cool enough
On leathered skin built Kimberley tough
But how do you tell the tourist fleet
You never get used to Kimberley heat.

But there’s a thinking that takes it slow
In rhythm with Ord River’s flow
There’s more to life than comfort and money
Like fishing for Barra without the hurry.

Albino gekko’s’ eat the flys
While the blue tailed kooka’s laughs and crys
Crocs and dragons and wallabies too
Live with the Owl who gives two hoots.

The Kimberley man is silently proud
Like a Kimberley king with a Kimberley crown
Of views a virtuoso would say
Is fit for a concert that he would play.

Wet season build up is only released
By cracking black clouds that sets you free
From humid sighs in front of the fan
And the unsaid life of the Kimberley man.

Kimberely man

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