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Thursday, September 8th, 2011Carolina Tide
Tuesday, July 6th, 2010John Mark McMillan’s “The Medicine” released today! John Mark has added 4 songs to the CD that you’ll want to hear. These news songs are incredible.
Check out the lyrics to Carolina Tide…
Carolina Tide
Written by: John Mark McMillan
Published by: Integrity
Produced by: John Mark McMillan and Elijah Mosely
Recording Executively Produced by: Integrity
Created in 2010
Hey girl let’s go down
Wash our hands in the Carolina tide
Let’s go down and die
And come back like babies
Hey Girl let’s go down
Wash our sins in the muddy brown wave
Wash the world away
And come back again
All these scarlet stains
Like the blood red clay
on the knees of our jeans
You can come out righteous if you want babe
You can come out clean
Hey girl drive all night
Down to the water
And live like were alive
Let our sleeping die
And roll out of these graves
Hey girl the water don’t know
The shore don’t care
Who you were before
We’re not them anymore
You know we’re not the same
All these scarlet stains
Like the blood red clay
On the knees of our jeans
You can come out righteous if you want babe
You can come out clean
Hey girl lets go down
Wash our hands in the Carolina tide
Let’s go down and die
And come back like babies
Hey Girl let’s go down
Wash our sins in the muddy brown wave
Wash the world away
And come back again
Between the Cracks
Sunday, July 4th, 2010 
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This is one of my favorite songs by John Mark.
Between The Cracks
Written by: John Mark McMillan
Published by:
Produced by: John Mark McMillan and Elijah Mosely
Recording Executively Produced by: Integrity
Copyright: 2002
Hope grows between
The cracks in the asphalt
In the down downtown ghetto streets
That contour the government housing Intentions
Of my heart
And no one notices the daisies don’t care
About gang related violence
As long as they get enough air and water and sun
They’re all just fine
Who would have thought it but life is finding a way
Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
There’s a man down here, somewhere between
Those Saturday cartoons and the dirty magazines
He’s raising the dead in the graveyards
Where we’ve laid down our dreams
And his name is hope
Hope stands high on the fifteenth floor
Of a Christmas tree perched
About the ledge of a fortress of steel
That’s trying to hard to be somebody’s home
As it seized my attention form I-85
Though the throws of the day were still writhing inside
I lifted my head as I drove home that night
And knew that everything was going to be fine
Who would have thought it but life is finding a way
Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
There’s a man down here, somewhere between
Those Saturday cartoons and the dirty magazines
He’s raising the dead in the graveyards
Where we’ve laid down our dreams
And his name is hope
His name is hope
Everybody needs a little
His name is hope
Everybody needs a little
His name is hope
Everybody needs a little
His name is hope
Everybody wants a little
His name is hope
Everybody wants a little
His name is hope
Everybody needs a little
Who would have thought it but life is finding a way
Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
There’s a man down here, somewhere between
Those Saturday cartoons and the dirty magazines
He’s raising the dead in the graveyards
Where we’ve laid down our dreams
And his name is hope
Can you hear him outside
He’s been singing all night
He’s saying: “when are you gonna come
Out from behind”
The paper thin walls of your cardboard box reality