"Farewell to the Shadowlands"

I've been working on this song for the better part of year (possibly more than that). I had a chord progression and then completed the chorus, but just have not been happy with any of the completing verses that I have written. I had one version that I liked but I misplaced the scrap of paper I'd written it on and those words are lost forever, I'm afraid. I recently returned from Haiti and I felt God just meet me there in a powerful way and renew my life and my passion. On the flight back to the States I began to write the first verse and yesterday I completely finished the song. I hope to record it very soon as I have an interesting arrangement in my mind that I think will work nicely. Enjoy the lyrics (and please don't steal them!). I do not yet have a proper title for the song, but will get one soon I'm sure. :)

New Song - Bethany S. Moore (2011)


Verse 1 --         Moon is rising upon an empty field,
                        barren soil without yield,
                        seeds sown without hope, watered with tears.
                        And in the lifeless dust they toil to earn their bread.
                        And in the waxing dusk, he leans close and
                        says to her, as he takes her hand
                        and they run away, from this broken land.

Chorus --        We've gotta get out of here, the tide is rising fast;
                       The twilight seeping in before the daylight's breathed its last.
                       We've gotta get out of here, the waves they climb so high--
                       We'll bid this dying world its last goodbye.

Verse 2 --        I saw you in the prime of your life,
                       watched your spring
                       turn to frost.
                      And in this Charn-like shadowlight, our eyes beguile us,
                      we tend to lost ourselves amongst the crowded world.
                      And yet that distant melody is calling us to follow,
                     This mortal world may not make it through the morrow. (go to chorus)


Bridge --       There are no words left to speak when the world is torn asunder.
                     But in the loneliest crowd, hearts are joined together,
                     to travel East of the Moon, and West of the Sun.
                    Realize, realize, realize, realize, o my soul, realize, realize.
                    Realize, my soul, realize (open up your eyes)
                   Realize, realize, o my soul (to the things unseen)
                   Realize, o my soul, realize, (open up your eyes to)
                 where you belong
                      (go to first chorus then to END)

END -       In this fading world, a light has pierced the dark,
                 The saving word that brings its hearers life.
                And through this coming storm, hope yet lingers on,
                As souls behold the long-awaited dawn.


     

Mirage

Wrote this song a few years back when we were deeply thrust in a very heavy time as a church. I was very discouraged and disillusioned and I felt God just say to me "I am the morning, I am the light to chase away the mist, I am the truth when all else is a mirage." Hence, I wrote this song. Included is a VERY rough recording of a live performance my band, Acrobat, did of this song. The sound quality is quite awful, but it gives one an idea of how the song goes. We re-did it for a performance at the Daytona Beach Bandshell but that one wasn't recorded. Enjoy! :)

"Mirage" - Bethany S. Moore (2008)

                                          Take a look at what you promised me.

It wasn’t meant to be, wasn’t meant to be.

You said you’d fill the void within my heart,

yet now it seems much deeper and the night

is falling fast.

Take a look at what you promised to be.

You’re not what you meant to be,

what you were meant to be.

                                          And when the day is done

the heavy night will fall.

The darkness like a shroud

around you will enfold.

                                          Oh, can’t you see that all you are is a mirage?

You cannot quench the thirsty, instead you leave them yearning

for something more.

Sometimes at night I like awake

and my mind races, I wonder why I’m here.

Sometimes at night my heart aches—

like a man in the desert longing for something to drink.

Oh, you were lovely when you were young.

But now you’re but a ghost, a reflection of the past.

When will your ethereal heart become like flesh?

When will you see the broken and hungry in your midst?

                                         And when the morning comes

the shadows they will flee.

The mist will give way to light,

the truth at last be seen.

                                                       

                                                                                                                                                                      

                                          Then you will see that all  you are is a mirage.

You do not quench the thirsty,

you only leave them yearning—

When will you see that you are just a mirage?

You can never quench us, you only leave us yearning.

Oh Lord, I know that you are not a mirage.

Yet sometimes my faith is so frail.

Oh Lord I know you’re not a mirage.

You are what I’m yearning for,

you alone quench my thirst.

You are the morning,

the light to chase away the mist.

You are the truth.

The Runaway

Here's another oldie from 2006. This is just a poem where I was experimenting with repeating specific key words. Enjoy :)

THE RUNAWAY (Bethany S. Moore, 2006)

Night falls, the day is cloaked

in darkness.

Tears fall upon the bed

in darkness.

Memories come but all is clouded

by darkness;

Thoughts come of how you left:

by darkness.

You said that you would never leave;

You said that you would always be

my hero.

I thought I could rely on you,

I thought that I could call you true;

my hero.

Yet you betrayed me; lied to me

in daylight.

I discovered what you’d done

in daylight.

My heart was torn, my spirit crushed

by daylight.

You trampled love upon the ground

by daylight.

I used to watch for your return,

with eagerness my heart would yearn

for you.

Yet never did you come that way,

yet always did I plead and pray

for you.

Years have passed, my thoughts have faded

into darkness.

So long, I fear your name shall plunge

into darkness.

Why can’t you turn and see the light

through darkness?

Why can’t you hear Him calling you

through darkness?

Shall you remain but a shadow

in my mind? did you really go

forever?

Can it be that you and I

weren’t meant to be

forever?

Somehow I know that you’ll come back

by daylight.

You left by night, concealed in dark, yet you’ll return

by daylight.

Although the old times shan’t remain (the happy times we had

in daylight),

As long as I can call you mine, I’ll be glad to linger here

in daylight.

In His Hands

So... I haven't updated this blog in a very long time. I recently returned from Haiti and I am working on some new songs and poems at present, but I wanted to post this "old" song that I wrote in 2005, when I returned from an outreach trip in Vancouver, B.C. Below are the lyrics and please enjoy the rough recording of me singing and playing piano, with my dad using the ebow on his guitar in the background :)

"In His Hands" - Bethany S. Moore (written 2005)


                        Looking out over the sea to the horizon.

Never wanting to leave this wondrous place.

Cause when I look out and see the glorious ocean,

I feel that I’m looking at Your face.

You always said you’d be there for me

No matter what may come my way.

But sometimes the hurt is all I can see;

Sometimes the pain seems here to stay

Yet, (go to chorus)

            

You are sovereign

Through all life’s trials

You are sovereign, Lord

And though it seems that all is against me

I must remember that all is

In Your hands.

You never said that the way would be easy—

In fact you said it would be wracked with pain.

Yet when all my best intentions are foiled,

I feel that my walk has been in vain.

And then I look to the cross:

I see the man who died for me,

I see that he’s taken all my dross—

This act was foretold through all history.

I see that-- (go to chorus)

So let us walk with confidence

Down this stormy road.

Though everything seems lost

We are here by grace,

And in grace we will stay.