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The Best of John R. Brusseau
Volume # 4


Abba Daddy
#1

Turn around and you will see
Daddy loves to look at thee

Turn around that you may know
Daddy truly loves you so

Turn around and you will hear
Daddy cursing all your fears

Turn around and you will feel
Daddy makes your boo- boos heal

Oh Little boy, my little girl
You are Daddyâs priceless pearl

My little girl, my little boy
You give him sweet joy



Death in the Labor Camps
#2

Death in the labor camps .. near *Bet Chayihm bay
Afraid that life is slipping by .. and fearful it might stay

Death in the labor camp .. on +Badeken sound
Terrifying loneliness .. is worse than being found

Death in the labor camps .. we find ourselves alone
And fear makes fiends of all of us .. And love is turned to stone

Death in the labor camps .. where work will bear no fruit
Authority is cruel and vain .. and wears a storm gray suit

Death in the labor camps .. our hopes just cause us pain
for disappointment slaps you hard .. and drives us all insane

Death in the labor camps .. I just can't understand
why this shit is happening .. Is there no divine plan

Death in torture block .. deep in =Barches prison
Our bread is darkness .. In this cell .. we hardly know what's missin


*Bet Chayihm:Yiddish, is literally, The house of life and is A euphemism for cemetery

+Badeken:Yiddish is literally to cover and implies covering the bride with a veil before the wedding

=Barches: German for Chala bread

Chala, Chaluh is a Sabbath loaf and was the priests share of the dough in temple times
It also a word for a tractate of the Talmud

The point is; In Godsâ grace, death and suffering become life.



EMMAUS
#3

How
Our hearts
Did burn
Within with joy
When
Jesus spoke with us
We did not know
our Lord

He
Told us all that was said
Of the suffering Christ
Oh foolish man ⦠why are you?
So slow to believe
He said He had to go
We begged Him not to ⦠He stayed to eat

Itâs Jesus!
Precious Jesus!
Praise God! Messiah Jesus!

How
Our hearts did burn within
His word, the bread of li-i-i-fe
He fills our hungry soul with truth
With manna from our God

The way
The truth
The life
Praise the Lord!
Jesus reigns!
And He will reign forever
Righteous son
He has redeemed our lost souls
He is faithful
He alone is worthy to be praised
We are Yours
You paid for our release
By dying on a cross
For our disease
For all our sin ⦠and ⦠shame

Come Love
Let me take your hand
We will walk awhile on this road
See Love, how I take command
Of all
You are
My Love

Come Love
I know all the sorrow that you feel
Youâre no longer sure
What is, and isnât real
Now itâs time I showed you all your God has planned for you

Now
is
the
time
for
you
to
know



Empties
#4

Empties on the highway .. Empties in a bed
Empties with a bullet hole shot clean through the head
Empties filled with cancer .. Empties filled with A.I.D.S
Empties with a wrist cut open next to razor blades
Empties with a bad heart .. Empties of great age
Empties choked with emphysema .. dead birds in a cage
Empties down in Dallas .. Empties in DC
Empties LA California .. Memphis Tennessee
Empties in the ocean .. Empties out in space
Empties in a steamy jungle with a shrunken face
Empties in an earth quake .. Empties in a fire
Ancient empties in Labreasâ well preserved quagmire
Empties in a casket .. Empties on display
Empties in a Great Whiteâs tummy .. Canât get there .. no way
Empties do not argue .. Empties do not judge
donât deceive you .. fear or leave you .. will not hold a grudge
Empties will not love you .. Empties have no needs
Empties cannot worship Jesus .. Empties do no deeds
Empties cannot like you .. Empties never laugh
Empties arenât dumb enough to cut the race in half
Empties canât try harder .. Empties canât relax
Empties wont debate the psychic value of syntax
Empties have no vision .. Empties do not dream
Empties canât be bothered by a sub par self esteem
Empties wont get better .. They can never learn
Empties donât appreciate the truth for which we yearn
Empties are not noble .. Nor able to be kind
Just ask God their creator .. Thatâs not how theyâre designed
Theyâre only grand containers .. The real thing is inside
Our souls are what is humble .. and what is filled with pride
Empties canât make close friends .. Empties donât give trust
Empties donât get cynical and fall back on cold lust
Empties donât taste victory or wallow in defeat
Empties donât feel empty and they damn sure arenât complete
See empties arenât the problem .. Never will be .. Never were
Ask any empty out there .. They will all concur




Fly Little Sparrow
#5

Fly.. little sparrow
Fly.. like an arrow
Stand up .. and take off .. Yes you can

Rise.. on the wind of grace
Feel.. God under you
Donât let Satan.. trap you into standing still

It is Godâs love
and His mercy
that is in command.. of your des-ti-ny

Reject despair
Embrace Godâs words
Jesus is calling.. He wants us to follow Him

Fly.. little sparrow
Strait.. as an arrow
Trusting in Jesus.. is the way

You.. know these things I say
Words.. Heâs given you
Donât let Satan.. take God away from you


Stand on Je-sus
Know youâre righteous
building your lifeâs house.. only oon the solid rock

Reject all fear
Hold tight to God
Jesus our husband..
has already paved the way


Fly.. little sparrow
Je- susâ arrow
Speed-on in boldness..
Speed on toward the mark

0Soar.. with your righteous name
High.. Jesus over-came
Satanâs deception..
and his old bag of lies

It is.. time now
Je-susâ.. wine now
flows like a river..
against the walls of Jericho
Taste His vicâtry
Feel Godâs mercy
Jesus is Lord..
and He will always be




For His Nameâs Sake
Monday, February 21, 2005
#6

He-e-e leads me
in the paths of righteousness
for His nameâs sake
for His nameâs sake
He leads me
every step of the way
oh, for His nameâs sake
for His nameâs sake
He loves me
enough to take me all the way
for His nameâs sake
for His nameâs sake
He loves me
and covers me in grace
for His nameâs sake
for His nameâs sake


His mercy
is following me
for His nameâs sake
for His nameâs sake
He houses me
for all eternity
oh, for His nameâs sake
for His nameâs sake
He feeds me
only great food
for His nameâs sake
for His nameâs sake
My shepherd
repairs my broken soul
for His nameâs sake
for His nameâs sake

He-e-e goes with me
through the dark land of death
for His nameâs sake
for His nameâs sake
He comforts
through His training of me
oh, for His nameâs sake
for His nameâs sake
He shields me
from winding up hurt
for His nameâs sake
for His nameâs sake
He vindicates me
and empowers me
for His nameâs sake
for His nameâs sake

He-e-e tells me
I am safe in His love
for His nameâs sake
for His nameâs sake
He shows me
all the pride in my way
oh, for His nameâs sake
for His nameâs sake
He takes me
where I never could go
for His nameâs sake
for His nameâs sake
to death with Jesus
and His ressurected glow
for His nameâs sake
for His nameâs sake




Godâs Answer
Thursday, March 10, 2005
#7

I looked long
for an answer
Long I held Your hand of mercy
You were all ⦠I had God

I was so alone
inside my wounded soul
lies that I was of no use


You knew me
in my mother
way before this world destroyed me
You knew who I really am

Oh You loved me for who I
truly am
and You waited for me to come alive



By Your grace
I am alive
now reborn ⦠as You intended
Iâm so free ⦠in You Lord

Wings of joy ⦠now lift me
way up high
I soar beside You ..
The One who set me free


Praise You Lord
You are faithful
Oh most high ⦠I bow before You
You made me who I really am

Holy God .. who is .. like You
Oh Owner
Forever I will give You Praise



Judgment Comes
Recorded Thursday, March 31, 2005
#8

Judgment comes in all its splendor
Power glides smoothly into its place
Now we will see who is the killer
and who is the righteous one clutching to grace

Silence is now your commander
Waiting is sensual .. Thinkingâs set free
No need is there now running for cover
Youâve long since decided your destiny

Judgment comes riding a comet
charring the atmosphere .. wracking the land
Now you will know time is no factor
and neither is anything made with your hand

Judgment comes dressed like a curtain
swinging his sickle .. reaping the earth
Now you will see who is the owner
And what all your rational wisdom is worth

Judgment comes walking like lightening
over the mountains .. touching the sky
Now is too late to talk with your maker
God does not hear your penitent cry

For silence is now your commander
Waiting is sensual .. Thinkingâs set free
No need is there now running for cover
Youâve long since decided your destiny



My Own True Lover
Tuesday, February 15, 2005 1:07 AM
#9
Wind
on these hills
Is fair chargin through the trees
Let it come
I know the one who calms my storms
He is humble
Heâs gentle
He is my own true lover
Let it then come nigh
It cannot bother me


Love
is a word
Yet it vibrates in my soul
Like the eyes
Of my meek and lowely man, so sad
He is honour
Heâs glory
He covers me in mercy
Let Him then take me
And brush me with His mouth


Bold
On the throne
He is ... gentle to me
In His arms
I am so free
I feel light as air
I am filled up
With passion
And gushing sweet songs of joy
Oh worship spills out like
The laughter of a child


Wind
In this room
God is blowing us away
With His voice
Thereâs so much awe
And reverent fear
We shout glory
Salvation
Belongs alone to our God
Reign Lord, forever
Oh Holy is our God




Looking Out on Autumnsâ Harvest
#10

The Sunâs rays
resting on the window
looking out on autumnsâ harvest
We breathe in
the sweetness of the cool air
We are people joined together
in the blood of Jesus
This shepherd
overcame our differences
In Godsâ mercy we have
come to know the joy of oneness
This master
overcame our blindness
with his blood and body
With his sacrifice he heals us

This moment
comes to us in wonder
We can feel Godsâ peace around us
Such glory
Godsâ love is truly awesome
It wraps us up in peace and love
until our hearts are humbled
Sweet Jesus
Take control we give to you
all we are and have
You have bought us for the Father
Oh Master
We would bow and worship
There is no one like you Jesus
Praise! Hallelujah!





Quickly Comes the Night
Monday, March 28, 2005
#11

Time for wine in crystal glasses
Time for love like sweet molasses
Time for joy thatâs here to stay
Itâs time for peace that will not fray

God give these feelings a pretty face
that this manâs eyes long to embrace
God give desire a gentle form
to soothe my spirit .. to keep life warm

For Life looks on to better times
She just ignores my pantomimes
See Life awaits a sacrifice
Itâs resurrection that melts the ice

Itâs time for crimson, yellow, gold
When latter rains Godâs plans unfold
Itâs time the lady dressed in white
Trusted God with all their might
The daylight fades â¦
Quickly comes the night




This is Godsâ Work of Wonder
#12

Move over here.. Love
Next to my shaking form
I feel you.. deep inside of me
and I would.. entrain your eyes to mine
I feel your trust.. Love
It greets inside me.. such longing
ooh I would.. cover you sweet girl
This is Godâs work.. of wonder

The scent of your.. skin
the touch of silken arms
like your eyes.. wrap me up in joy
and I would.. live all my days with you
I hold your breath.. Love
inside like treasure.. like jewels
ooh I could.. soar up in the sky
This is Godâs work.. of wonder

The hours slip.. by
Time has no meaning now
Loves passion.. builds a lovers world
and we would.. remain here for all time
I feel your heart.. Love
It beats in me with.. such longing
ooh I would.. cover you in praise
This is Godâs work.. of wonder

Wednesday, June 23, 2004



Time to Wear That Dress
Sunday, September 05, 2004
#13

Whatâd you think, that Sunday was My day?
Who told you such a lie?
It isnât ⦠rest comes at the end
cuz rest is the real thing
Trust Me ⦠Thatâs when youâre complete
Your values just wonât get it done
My ways are not your ways

Christian ⦠come back to the way
Rest is narrow, straight
cuz God is in command
and He donât share the rock ⦠with no man

Take the gift ⦠Your works just make me mad
Love cost me everything
Your virtueâs just a menstrual rag
Quit acting like itâs life

Trust Babe ⦠Then weâll get it on
I love you. Let Me have control
I can change your heart

Chorus:
Sweet girl ⦠Itâs time to wear that dress
Our weddingâs finally here
My body and blood are all you need
Let go of all your works
A pure bride ⦠is one who walks in trust
and boldly leaps into the fray
Come Love and follow

My bride ⦠come back to the way
Rest is narrow, straight
cuz God is in command
and He donât share the rock ⦠with no man



Under Easter Skies
#14

Grandmaâs put away the masons
She donât need them now
Grandma give away the chickens
give away the sow

Grandmaâs gone and fetched a smile
for her yonder eyes
Grandmaâs dressin for a journey
under Easter skies

Grandma sees a different dance now
hears a different poem
Grandmaâs finally made her mind up
Grandmaâs goin home

Grandmaâs goin home to Jesus
She can hear His voice
Sayin Sarah .. Itâs your option
Sarahâs made her choice



Contra Silence
#15

And I feel the pulse
it's skipping down Poe Boulevarde
etching out images .. in black and white
piecing together the broken bloody shards
of a memory .. tortured into con-tra silence

Oh I just want to arc
I don't want to bring you down


And I can see their thoughts
now skittering across their brain
and timidly squeeking out their dying hopes
that somehow they can bend that heavy, rusting chain
of a family .. repressed into con-tra silence

Oh I just want to arc
I don't want to bring you down


Oh I can smile now
though weakly now while recovering
from major surgery .. on demon pride
bestowed by all of Josephs' heavy suffering
It's a history .. of being cornered into con-tra silence

Oh I just want to arc
I don't want to bring you down




Liner notes for The Best of John R. Brusseau
Volume # 4


Abba Daddy
#1

A Lullaby



Death in the Labor Camps
#2

I donât know why I did this song, but when I wrote it I had a need to write a song using Yiddish words for the names of sites of the Nazi extermination camps. I hsensed these names should have a double meaning too, so, for instance:
Bet Chayihm: is Yiddish meaning literally, The house of life. This term is a euphemism for cemetery.
Badeken: is Yiddish meaning literally to cover and refers to the covering the bride with a veil before the wedding.
Barches: is German for Chala bread

Chala, Chaluh is 1. a Sabbath loaf
2. the priests share of the dough in temple times
3. a tractate of the Talmud

In all of these there is (to me at least) embedded a sense of life coming out of death. All people who are Godsâ children suffer the training rod of the Father who loves them and wants to train them up into happy, whole, adults. I know to suggest that the Holocaust was Gods training discipline on the Jewish people is a notion terribly painful to those people who are Jewish, but the alternatives are ten times worse. One is left with the thought that there really is no God, and that the events of Hitlerâsâ war against the Jewish people just happened, without any reason, or purpose. I have been put through terrible and prolonged pain by Godsâ love, and have come to understand what happened to the Jewish people as an expression of Godsâ faithful, and unending love to the children of promise. I know that Death in the Labor Camps is actually about my own experience, but I have the hope that others will see Godsâ love in some of the terrible troubles they face, and will ask God what He wants from them, instead of arguing defensively with God, their owner. I do not mean, by the way to suggest, that those Jewish souls who died in the camps were disciplined, and those who survived werenât. Rather, I want you to see that God has put the Jewish people as a whole through the awesome, and terrible discipline of the Holocaust, and that He has done so , not because He hates them, but because He loves them, and intends to get them ready for Kol-Nidre. Just as The children of Israel were destroyed in the wilderness, and reborn in the wilderness so that they could enter into Godsâ Land of Rest, so too have the Children of Abraham gone through , and are yet going through a death and rebirth in preparation for entering into Gods rest, who is the messiah. And no, they wonât become Christians exactly, because that term has a good many cultural aspects to it that are the antithesis of Godsâ Rest. They will however discover Jesus (Yeshua) and will follow him out of their self-governance (by means of their understanding of the law of God) into and under Godsâ governance in the context of the Messiah.
So too will those who have been grafted into the seed of Abraham from among the gentiles. We who are called Christians do not submit to the Christ. We govern our souls with the knowledge of good and evil and then sew Godsâ label on our lives after the fact. God is not fooled! We will shortly undergo our own Holocaust, and then we too will be made ready for the coming of the groom. Our readiness will manifest as following Jesus where he very personally leads us, and this following will include suffering and even martyrdom for many. When we children of God in Jesus have fully testified through suffering that Jesus succeeded in bringing us back into harmony with God, to the extent that God becomes more precious to us that life, then Jesus, the groom will return. Woe to those then who have not repented of their own righteousness, and submitted to Godsâ gift of righteousness; they will be locked out of the wedding feast. And there will be weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth.



EMMAUS
#3
Emmaus is a song about the scriptural account in Luke 24:13-34. It has an application for followers of Jesus today in that we too donât expect the coming of the Messiah to involve suffering. Jesus has come to us, and we think we wonât have to suffer. We will suffer, and when we accept this aspect of the Messiah we too will experience what those followers of Jesus experienced:
Luk 24:52 And they worshipped him, and returned to Jerusalem with great joy:
Luk 24:53 and were continually in the temple, blessing God.



Empties
#4
Fairly self-explanitory.




Fly Little Sparrow
#5
A song of encouragement to the followers of Jesus.

For His Nameâs Sake
Monday, February 21, 2005
#6

This is a paraphrase of the 23rd Psalm. It is for a community of followers to sing together.
Godâs Answer
Thursday, March 10, 2005
#7

This song is Godsâ answer to the judgments others have made on me since birth, judgments that imprisoned me. We all have been similarly imprisoned by the judgments of others.
Judgment Comes
Recorded Thursday, March 31, 2005
#8

I write songs like this one to warn people of the danger of not tending to their accountability issue. We will all account to God, yet most of us try to ignore this fact, or we only superficially deal with it and then pronounce ourselves acceptable to God, without really knowing if we are.

My Own True Lover
Tuesday, February 15, 2005 1:07 AM
#9

I pictured a teenage Irish maiden, on a green hillside, under a stormy sky singing this to her own true lover. She is a symbol of the heart of a deeply committed follower of Jesus.
When a room full of us get together we sometimes experience Wind
In this room
God is blowing us away
With His voice
Thereâs so much awe
And reverent fear
We shout glory
Salvation
Belongs alone to our God
Reign Lord, forever
Oh Holy is our God

Looking Out on Autumnsâ Harvest
#10

I wrote this song for my siblings and parents for one of our familyâs gatherings.
It was meant to encourage us to know the unity that comes from putting Jesus before family. I never did get to sing this song. Maybe some day I will.

Quickly Comes the Night
Monday, March 28, 2005
#11

This song looks forward to a pretty face, the face of the Bride of Jesus, she who has made herself ready for his coming. My pantomimes refer to my timid confrontations of my fellow believers. Timidity had to give way to my decisively making the sacrifice of my social acceptance. God, in his grace, did this through me. Where I lacked the courage, he gave me his love, and I stood firmly. He is a great God. I have never had the courage to stand. I have always been an abject coward. God is truly great.

This is Godsâ Work of Wonder
#12

This song is my remembrance of the time I first fell in love with my wife.

Time to Wear That Dress
#13

This song is a confrontation with that mindset within the Christian establishment that believes Sunday, not Saturday, is the day of rest. I donât really care about this literal issue, but it is an expression of a spiritual problem has robbed believers in Jesus of their destiny as the body of the Messiah. Rest is a metaphor of trust, and we put trusting God lower in our list of priorities than productivity. Trusting God must become our top priority. Jesus said; I am the vine, and your are the branches. Abide in me and you will bear much fruit. We donât make our house (abide) in Jesus, which means to find our whole life in the context of our righteousness with God in Jesus. We also, donât bear much fruit. The rock is Jesus, the word of God. It is the voice, and word of God that makes things, and he will not share this authoring responsibility with anyone. He is God, not us. We need to come back to the way, which is Jesus righteousness being the only basis of relationship between God and us.

Under Easter Skies
#14

Picture an old African American woman on a farm in Georgia. She has trusted in Jesus righteousness her whole life, and now Jesus is expressing his very personal desire to give her the choice of when she will go to be with him. Sarahâs made her choice.

Contra Silence
#15

Contra refers to the anti-government soldiers in Central America, who fought to rest control of their country from the hands of a dictator that the CIA put in power. I am using them as a metaphor of my own struggle to be myself within in my own family. As this struggle was taking place, I felt the need to explain to some in my family that my actions werenât intended as a rejection of my family, but as an attempt to re-connect with family (arc-as in welding).