🎵 “Weightless”
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I thought we’d land
With time to spare

Good Friday marks the day
Jesus Christ was crucified.
According to the Gospels:
After the Last Supper

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He wasn’t known for preaching
He never spoke too loud
But every night, he lit a flame

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I held a hope so small, I could barely see
Like a whisper in the wind, like a dream in me
But You said it only takes a seed that’s small

🎙️ "The Sower" — A Monologue
(spoken with calm reverence and growing urgency)
You ever wonder… why truth doesn’t always stick?
Why some hear it, and it changes their life —

🎬 YouTube Script: “Let Me Tell You a Story”
Theme: The Parable of the Sower — Rhyming Monologue
Tone: Reflective, serious, hopeful
Length: ~Max 3.75

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You step inside where the neon hums,
Rain on your coat and the cold still stuns,
But the beat inside is warm and wild—

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I used to wonder how they did it,
Ten thousand every month, no gimmick.
Was it luck? Was it fate?

Imagine a beautiful day.
The sky is stitched in soft blue and quiet light.
A motorcyclist leans into the wind, tires kissing the earth like an old friend.
No destination. Just motion.

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Rolling hills, morning light,
Wheels spin, soul takes flight.
No map, no plan,

The new day comes quietly,
with a golden breath of sun
brushing the edge of early spring.
The frost forgets its hold.

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Keys click. Engine hums.
Wheels roll. Morning comes.
Windows down. Heart wide.

O Lord, my Rock…
I cry out to You because I have nowhere else to turn.
Don’t be silent. Don’t shut me out.
If You stop speaking, if You turn away—

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When you’re up, they come around,
Smiles and love, all over town.
But lose it all, fall to the floor —

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The wait is long,
It won’t go fast
A distant memory

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When things collide
When things are right
When faces smile

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Let go of hands that never reach
Of hearts that hide just out of reach
Let go of love that makes you small

"I don’t care for the crowds.
I don’t need the applause.
What matters is truth —
and the people who stay when no one’s watching."

I feel the weight
Of heavy eyes
Darkened too
By heavy skies

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Don’t call it love, unless it’s an earthquake
You have my heart, don’t you start pulling me apart
A shallow mind, you’re so unkind

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I feel the weight of heavy eyes,
Darkened down by heavy skies.
I’ve been walking, I’ve been torn,

Song: “Watchfield Girl”
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She was born in Watchfield, fifty-nine
Small Wiltshire village, just ahead of time

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Patience is hard in a world that runs fast
Drive-thru days and the moments don’t last
One click away, everything now

Waking up
That sleeping giant
The one you fear
And hold so dear

We do not take you for granted.
Nor do we take this life for granted.
It is short, it is fragile,
and it is far too precious to waste.

Lyrics:
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When we treasure the world we have,
Change feels hard, impossible.

Gypsy Girl
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Gypsy girl, oh Gypsy girl,
I knew I shouldn’t have loved you,

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Before time knows it’s moving,
Before a heartbeat learns to drum,
Before the breath of heaven whispers,

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If I sit
And wait awhile
Holding hope

Walk On With The Light
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When the night grows heavy
And the cold cuts deep

[NARRATION – soft, spoken, warm tone]
Tonight we honour a legacy that has shaped a choir,
a community,
and generations of lives.

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When we treasure the world we have,
Change feels hard, impossible.
But the journey calls us forward,

Smoke coils high where whispers die,
the wind a ghost in a hollow sky.
Ruins lean where homes once stood,
their bones of stone, their veins of wood.

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Blades ignite in crimson light,
shadows dance in war’s cruel night.
Thunder rolls through iron cries,

I sat next to my mother’s grave early one morning – wrote this song…all the tombstones leant over – except my mother’s – hers was brand new. Gaze upon those tilted stones Where lives are…

Thoughts of people …
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What’s it all about
Why am I here