Recovery
With all due respect to the Land of the Living “rock-n-roll” version, this is the way I originally intended this song to be presented when it was first written: slow and pensive. This is the “soul” version that I still prefer to play live. Andrew Peterson was gracious enough to lend his familiar voice to this little shaking dream of mine.
(slack tuned = DGCFAD)
i found recovery in a dark and dreary cell
chained in a corner, the stench of sin the smell
i fed myself portions of less than remains
i slept in the waste of fraudulent claims
i found myself clinging to my odds
working to narrow the gap between the broad
locked like a slave to the pillar that's my pride
at the admission of my failures you allowed my past to die
held for the healing
i found, i found, i found recovery
i found, i found, i found recovery
i had a dream, a shaking dream, that scoured my mind
a life lived hopelessly, the cure i could not find
you give graciously to those clinging to seeds and pods
sometimes a wheat grain, Lord, is all that i've got
hold for the healing
hold me for the healing
i found, i found, i found recovery
i found, i found, i found recovery