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saturday song: when death dies


since i got it last week, i've been listening quite a bit to the new gungor album "ghosts upon the earth."  i really enjoy gungor, first on a purely musical level, but much much more from a lyrical standpoint, as they have refused to succumb to the Christian music industry's desire for bands to make safe and saccharin-sweet theologically-challenged albums.  instead, their lyrics feel like they just got done with a bible study (perhaps even the one my church is currently doing on hope and resurrection) and are singing about it.  for example, the song that i have included here seems simply to be a retelling of Isaiah's beautiful image of the new Kingdom. 

this video is an acoustic performance of the song "when death dies" from the new album.  you can see that their musicianship is stellar and creative, and full of energy.  it's great art, and it's helping (i hope) the church repent from contentment with escapism or evacuation as a viable theological option.   enjoy.




Lyrics:
Like the waters flooding the desert
Like the sunrise showing all things
When it comes, flowers grow
Lions sleep, gravestones roll
Where death dies, all things live
When it comes, poor men feast
Kings fall down to their knees
When death dies, all things live
All things live
Like a woman searching and finding love
Like an ocean buried and bursting forth
Where it comes, flowers grow
Lions sleep, gravestones roll
Where death dies, all things come alive
Where it comes, water’s clean
Children fed, all believe
When death dies, all things live
All things live
All things live
Where it comes, flowers grow
Lions sleep, gravestones roll
When death dies, all things live

click here to go to gungor's site and read all the lyrics from the album as well as michael gungor's personal notes on each song. 

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