<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479695</id><updated>2011-07-14T17:26:39.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Up-the-Sleeve songs</title><subtitle type='html'>Songs that move my heart enough that they need to be shared with others. I just happened to write some of them.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upmysleevesongs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479695/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmysleevesongs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10421418138755214720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FxUpAsNdBq0/SGgnVciC96I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7DeFvoCSXtk/S220/Photo+406.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479695.post-111022477529862226</id><published>2005-03-07T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T22:45:39.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All Too Familiarit's so hard to hold these horsesfrom breaking into a runwhen that's the only speed they've knownAm i crazy to let myselfi could almost swear i told myselfthat this would not happen yetBut i know this feelingit's all too familiaryeah i know this feelingit's all too familiarmy tongue has no reinsand this forest is your heartso why cant i keep from burning downbecause i know this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479695/posts/default/111022477529862226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479695/posts/default/111022477529862226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmysleevesongs.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111022477529862226' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10421418138755214720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FxUpAsNdBq0/SGgnVciC96I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7DeFvoCSXtk/S220/Photo+406.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479695.post-109087022844517366</id><published>2004-07-26T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T15:30:28.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DrawnThree candles burn bright on the windowsillto cover red brick with fragrant waxand bring color to these dull grey wallsthat could tell years and years of talesAnd I'm up later than i should beit's a re-rerecurring themeI've been drawn like a moth to this flameand i cant find the words to tell myself noI've been reminded of my own mortalityjust as my youth and strength demand </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479695/posts/default/109087022844517366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479695/posts/default/109087022844517366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmysleevesongs.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109087022844517366' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10421418138755214720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FxUpAsNdBq0/SGgnVciC96I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7DeFvoCSXtk/S220/Photo+406.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479695.post-108424577131426619</id><published>2004-05-10T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T14:38:11.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Day ComeSitting awakeNo way i can sleepFor i've already done it too muchThis day of this weekBut my future's uncertainAnd my faith has been triedBy the ghosts and the demonsThat i try to hideEverything's doneEverything's done-Then it all starts againLiving my lifeIn the ebb and the flowAnd reading the workOf experience toldI learn from what it tells meMost of the timeBut i'd lie if you asked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479695/posts/default/108424577131426619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479695/posts/default/108424577131426619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmysleevesongs.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108424577131426619' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10421418138755214720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FxUpAsNdBq0/SGgnVciC96I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7DeFvoCSXtk/S220/Photo+406.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479695.post-107639817475131606</id><published>2004-04-12T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T22:41:55.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GraceLet the words speak for themselves.I see him at the tablewanting more cigarettesand he's talking on the cell phoneto the woman that he lovesHe doesnt know I'm watchingand he doesnt know I careJust trying to go on livinggiving his fish a blank stareHe calls to us on the streetsays, "That's what I like to seetwo young people in loveThere isnt anything better"So he gives us </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479695/posts/default/107639817475131606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479695/posts/default/107639817475131606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmysleevesongs.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#107639817475131606' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10421418138755214720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FxUpAsNdBq0/SGgnVciC96I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7DeFvoCSXtk/S220/Photo+406.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479695.post-108022817526471648</id><published>2004-03-25T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T10:25:26.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Healing in the HurtingI am worn and weary from my burdenand my heart longs to be freefrom these neverending chains of memorybut i know there is healing in the hurtingyes i know there is healing in the hurtingThe worst weeks seem to follow the bestI guess I know how Elijah feltWhen he fled from the top of CarmelBut still i know, there is healing in the hurtingYes i know, there's still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479695/posts/default/108022817526471648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479695/posts/default/108022817526471648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmysleevesongs.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108022817526471648' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10421418138755214720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FxUpAsNdBq0/SGgnVciC96I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7DeFvoCSXtk/S220/Photo+406.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479695.post-107884852765905455</id><published>2004-03-09T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T11:11:02.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>May Your Name Be HolyMay your name be holyIn this placeFor you were crushedfor our sinMay your will be donein our livesfor by Your stripeswe are healedAnd we, the barren oneswill sing from the top of our lungsof who you areand what you've doneYou took the nail that was our sinand you bore every curse that we alone deserve</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479695/posts/default/107884852765905455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479695/posts/default/107884852765905455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmysleevesongs.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107884852765905455' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10421418138755214720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FxUpAsNdBq0/SGgnVciC96I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7DeFvoCSXtk/S220/Photo+406.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479695.post-107725726441113111</id><published>2004-02-20T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T10:27:18.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HonestyThe shaking of my handsbetray a raging battlebetween my soul and skinfor the hill of my mindBut i'm afraid to fightcause i know You will winand i just want the gloryfor myself, for myselfMy prideful heart longs forsomeone to fill it upwith complementary wordsand blessings of the tongueand I dont carewho i have to killjust so long asi get my way, my wayI hide my broken</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479695/posts/default/107725726441113111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479695/posts/default/107725726441113111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmysleevesongs.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107725726441113111' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10421418138755214720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FxUpAsNdBq0/SGgnVciC96I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7DeFvoCSXtk/S220/Photo+406.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479695.post-107065492100164974</id><published>2003-12-05T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T15:09:21.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of YouMy first love song...i think.My heart feels black as nightfrom overcomingComing to my sensesAll too lateAnd you still haunt meyou're a ghost i cannot shakethough years go bythey cant erase the painof youof youI have no ideawhy these words pour forthmaybe something in my pastis unresolvedBut there's no denyingThat i'm deep in love nowAnd there's no ghost that canever</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479695/posts/default/107065492100164974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479695/posts/default/107065492100164974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmysleevesongs.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107065492100164974' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10421418138755214720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FxUpAsNdBq0/SGgnVciC96I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7DeFvoCSXtk/S220/Photo+406.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479695.post-107065436959009284</id><published>2003-12-05T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T02:32:58.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let Justice(updated 1-23-04)The main focus of this song was taken from Amos 5, and was largely written a long time ago, but i wrote the bridge last weekend.She has fallen, and will not rise againThe virgin IsraelShe lies neglected on her own landThere is none to raise her upLet justice roll down like living watersAnd righteousness flow as a streamLet my people come and cleanse their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479695/posts/default/107065436959009284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479695/posts/default/107065436959009284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmysleevesongs.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107065436959009284' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10421418138755214720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FxUpAsNdBq0/SGgnVciC96I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7DeFvoCSXtk/S220/Photo+406.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479695.post-107065385278278307</id><published>2003-12-05T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T14:51:32.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Am"I, I am he who blots out your transgressions for my own sake, and I will not remember your sins."-Isaiah 43:25I didnt write these words, they were written long ago by the pen of the prophet Isaiah, through the Inspiration of the Holy Spirit.Fear not, O Israel,For I have redeemed youI have called you by nameYou are MineThe water and the flamewill not overwhelm youFor I, I will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479695/posts/default/107065385278278307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479695/posts/default/107065385278278307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmysleevesongs.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107065385278278307' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10421418138755214720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FxUpAsNdBq0/SGgnVciC96I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7DeFvoCSXtk/S220/Photo+406.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479695.post-107065211861172600</id><published>2003-12-05T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T14:22:39.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RunThis is a song that i've been riding pretty much since summer. If you've been to new city since then and heard me play, then you know this song, and it needs no introduction. But if you havent, this is a song about the grace of God, and how it doesnt stop being the grace of God when you reject it.My sin is great and heavyas Uriah's wife lies next to meMy heart is tired from fighting you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479695/posts/default/107065211861172600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479695/posts/default/107065211861172600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmysleevesongs.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107065211861172600' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10421418138755214720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FxUpAsNdBq0/SGgnVciC96I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7DeFvoCSXtk/S220/Photo+406.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479695.post-106688045191793120</id><published>2003-10-22T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T14:11:41.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stormwritten after a church lock-in while watching the low grey clouds break into rainStorm clouds building in the western skyThe trees are blooming in the predawn lightThe wind is stirring and moving meFrom this canyon where i can hardly seeThe wind changes and rain begins to fallUpon this dry and thirsty landCreation rejoices as it hears Your call,"Come near and drink of Me again"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479695/posts/default/106688045191793120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479695/posts/default/106688045191793120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmysleevesongs.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106688045191793120' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10421418138755214720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FxUpAsNdBq0/SGgnVciC96I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7DeFvoCSXtk/S220/Photo+406.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479695.post-106688005015988991</id><published>2003-10-22T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T14:12:23.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In Your Loveverses and pre-chorus by me, chorus by adam whippleYour Faithfulness aboundsEven as i run, Even as i fallYou come and seek meeven in my sinAnd You come and free meso i can live again, againAnd in Your Love there is JoyIn Your Joy there is HopeIn Your Hope there is PeaceAnd in Your Peace there is Love (2x)But at the beginningand still at the endthere is LoveYour </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479695/posts/default/106688005015988991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479695/posts/default/106688005015988991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmysleevesongs.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106688005015988991' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10421418138755214720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FxUpAsNdBq0/SGgnVciC96I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7DeFvoCSXtk/S220/Photo+406.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479695.post-106687876666018614</id><published>2003-10-22T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T23:12:46.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saul, SaulI watched as they hurledthe rocks at his headheld their robes, found the smoothest stoneseven told them where to throwI walked toward Damascuswith death in my handbut i was stopped bythe Nail Scarred HandAnd He said, Saul, Saul, why do you persecute Me?For I've chosen you to bear My Name (2x)To the ends of the earthAs the light fades awaythe darkness fills my eyesmy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479695/posts/default/106687876666018614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479695/posts/default/106687876666018614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upmysleevesongs.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106687876666018614' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10421418138755214720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FxUpAsNdBq0/SGgnVciC96I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7DeFvoCSXtk/S220/Photo+406.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
