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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

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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

• My Only (Click here for the My Only chord chart)

• Between the Cracks

• How He Loves

• Carolina Tide

I can remember listening to his first CD “Hope Anthology” at the Freakstock music festival in Gotha, Germany in the summer of 2005. My brother and I, along with 15 friends, had been all over Europe for almost a month and we were spent.  I’ve never been so desperate for God to come hang out with me. I listened to “My Only” over and over as I sat there in our rain drenched tent writing in my journal. The reality that God is my only hope had never been so real. I honestly felt like I would be gasping for air if He wasn’t right there in the tent with me. God came through….like He always does.

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Here are the lyrics to “My Only”

My Only
Written by: John Mark McMillan
Published by:
Produced by: John Mark McMillan and Elijah Mosely
Recording Executively Produced by: Integrity
Copyright: 2002

All day long
We are sinking just like stones
Into the shadow of your kindness
In this shade
Between the wingspan of your face is
The only place
Where we can bed these burdens down
so I

Lift my eyes up to the hills
Who is gonna help me now

You’re my only
You’re my only
You’re my only hope

Tangled up
In the great ridiculous
Way you love
it is the only way to live
There’s no escape
When you look at me that way
Staring like a deer into the headlights of your praises

Lift my eyes up to the hills
Who is gonna help me now

You’re my only
You’re my only
You’re my only hope
You’re my only
You’re my only
You’re my only hope

And you come like the sun
With pockets full of redemption
And you come
With the sun
With the sun

And you come like the sun
With pockets full of redemption
And you come
With the sun
With the sun

With the sun
With the sun
With the sun
With the sun
With the sun
With the sun

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“Beautiful Things”