We try on the trappings of wealth.
We flirt with companions of comfort.
In all of our ordering of lusts
we’ve jilted your love.
We are yours,
only yours,
no one else’s,
only yours.
We hold to the old way of war,
addicted to self independence.
We rend and we kill with our tongues
in vain and in need.
If iniquities are sand along the costal shore
love is the ocean tide that bathes,
baptizes, makes them whole.
If unfaithfulness is found
inside the driest heart
then great is faithfulness that
douses all the arid parts.
If our faults still leave us desperate for a
place to hide, come to the waters and
we’ll find a shelter, you and I.
If my blame were tossed into the vast and
brilliant sea maybe then my inmost parts
could finally realize just what it means
to be yours,
only yours,
no one else’s,
only yours.
I am yours,
(You’re a mother; you beckon me home.)
only yours,
(You’re a lover and I am your own.)
no one else’s,
(You’re a judge, still my shame you rescind.)
only yours.
(You’re a sovereign who calls me a friend.)
Recorded live at St Buryan Church, the latest from Sarah McQuaid is a showcase for the simple power of voice & guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 16, 2021
Alec Bowman perfectly captures the dark soil under the pastoral world of British folk with this collection of melancholy originals. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2020