Four Songs and Monologues from December 99 Concert

In early December, 1999, I was fortunate to play in Baltimore, Maryland at the invitation of Ed De Young, Grace Fellowship Church. We recorded one of the concerts. The event, called “a Winter Walk,” allowed me to do some new songs and was planned with Christmas in mind. We’ve put 4 songs here from the evening. They will probably all be recorded in the studio for some future CD but we thought you might enjoy them “live” and unrefined by the production process. Between songs, we’ve also included allen’s monologues. Here’s a brief bit and lyrics for each song: (All songs copyright 1999, allen c. levi.)

Lyrics

Things That Make the Story Mine

The Things That Make the Story Mine

written 3/11/99 when it occurred to me that, at 42, my life was neatly divided in two halves, one lived as a Christian and one not. My friend and gifted author, Ken Gire, suggested the whole ‘story’ idea for looking at our lives.

I’ve been working on a 42 year story
I’ve been starring in a role that’s unrehearsed
Though some scenes have been sweet, others have been gory
but I’m wiser now than at the very first

Between my “once upon a time” and my “happily ever after”
No stunt man steps on stage to take my falls
No one else can cry my tears or do my laughter
The part gets played by me or not at all

And I wish sometimes
That I could rewrite some chapters
Some paragraphs, some passages, some lines,
But it’s those very parts that I would change, those scenes that I’d refine
Those things that I’d remove
Are the things that make the story
Mine

And with every day, I watch the plot unfolding
Though I’m well aware just how the story ends
The denouement is beautiful and golden
Though I’m not sure how it happens and I surely don’t know when

And I’m sitting here perhaps at intermission
Reflecting on the scenes I’ve still to do
I’m taking time to do the rough addition
And I’m turning 21 at 42

When my story ends be sure to read the credits
Of those who turned my stumbles into dance
Of those who made the necessary edits
To guarantee the story was romance

And I wish sometimes
That I could rewrite some chapters
Some paragraphs, some passages, some lines,
But it’s those very parts that I would change, those scenes that I’d refine
Those things that I’d remove
Are the things that make the story
Mine

The Land Where People Walk Backwards

The Land Where the People Walk Backwards

(December 3, 1999) — As I was reading one morning, this story popped into my mind. I’m not sure if it is a song or a childrens’ story, but, either way, it’s an attempt to understand what happened when God became One of us on that long ago night in Bethlehem.

There’s a land where the people all walk around backwards
They walk around backwards everywhere they go
They are bumped, they are bruised, they are scarred and broken
And why they walk around backwards, they don’t know
They stumble and they stagger into one another
They trip and they tumble and they all fall down
There’s a dangerous cliff that they cannot see
And a lake at the bottom where the people drown

It seems they’ve always walked around backwards
They were backwards born, they are backwards grown
The little children learn it from their mommas and their poppas
And they’re reluctant to leave what they’ve always known
Some did worse, some did better
They all got by in their backward town
They all feared the cliff and the lake below
But the people would fall and the children would drown

Then a stranger came to town and, to them, He walked .. Backwards
Strangest sight you’d ever see
But He had no bumps, so scars, no bruises
And He said this is how you were meant to be
If you’ll just follow me, if you’ll just turn around
You will see where you’re going, you will not fall down
And you’ll have no fear of the cliff and the lake
And you’ll not tumble in and you will now drown

But the people got afraid and the people got angry
When He said come follow, everyone refused
They all got together and they did away the stranger
And they still get broken and scarred and bruised
But some, it is said, heard the things He told them
You can recognize their footprints in the town
And they stand at the cliff with the words of the stranger
You’ll do fine if you’ll just turn around

There still is a land where the people walk backwards
They walk around backwards everywhere they go

Worse Things in Life Than Being Single

Worse Things in Life Than Being Single

– a light-hearted reminder that single life is not all that bad.

I saw this guy and this girl arguing the other day
He said just grow up, and she said what did you say
Their tempers were short and their words were strong
You could tell that they were clearly not getting along
There are worse things in this life than being single

seems the Christmas gift he’d given her was not what she desired
she set her heart on diamonds but she got a set of tires
and then she got real quiet, and her tears put out his fire
there’s worse things in this life ..

well the old boy he felt lousy he knew he’d lost the fight
he put his arm around her and he tried to hold her tight
she said that there is nothing wrong,
but you could tell there was nothing right
round one now is over and there’s fourteen more to fight
there’s worse .

Now married folks don’t fail to understand just what I mean
At times I’d rather much be in your shoes
But single folks take heart for it’s a simple fact of life
There’s a lot of work attached to those “I do’s”

Now I ‘d love to have a friend with whom to walk my way through life
And maybe some fine day my heart will tingle
But till that day I’m thankful for this time I have alone
There are worse things in this life .

Most of My Heroes

Most of My Heroes

Written in August 99 as a gift to the summer staff and work crew volunteers at Young Life’s Camp Malibu. Lovingly dedicated to them and the thousands others like them who give their time, talent, and energy to work at YL camps around the country so that high school kids can hear the gospel of Jesus Christ.

Most of my heroes are people who have little
All of my heroes are people who give
They are people I will very gladly follow
All because my heroes all know how to live

It is inward and upward, then outward, it seems they’re always reaching
They value the small things they’ve been called to do

Most of my heroes are very simple people
All of my heroes look alot like you

All of my heroes are rich in imperfection
All of my heroes are richer still in grace
They are people who are weak and bruised and broken
But they know somehow they’ll make it through the race

And if you brag on them like I’m trying to do
I can guess what they would say to you
Thanks a lot, and blush as if it’s just not true

Most of my heroes are very simple people
All of my heroes look alot like you …

Some of my Heroes