Holy Week

by Everhart

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1.
Sunday 04:06
Hosanna! He is here for us! Hosanna! He is here, the Lord! You with us and You in us. Branches lifted up to give you praise! Hearts lifted up, we praise your name! Hosanna! He is here for us! Hosanna! He is here, the Lord!
2.
Monday 02:33
drive it out, drive it out create a holy room, Lord underneath the table in my clenched hand you shine your light a space to breathe a space to rest delight and awe shatter the fraud purify, purify purify, purify Hosanna, Hosanna i'm a thief, Lord, have mercy have Mercy, Lord i'm a thief, Lord, have mercy have Mercy, Lord
3.
Tuesday 03:21
They said, "What laws, what laws should we follow? You must be wrong! How do we spend our money? Who do you think you are?" But he's the king who knows your questions. He made the law. He lives! Whoever humbles himself will be made like him. In Zion a cornerstone was precious, rejected by the builders the Lord is building his kingdom The king invited people over, but no one came. The food is ready, come in from the streets and eat your fill. A master, sent servants to tend the vineyard abused by workers he sent his son and they killed him
4.
Wednesday 06:25
I cry for you. I would have gathered you, I would have gathered you underneath my wings This house that's left to you I've come to claim as my own no one comes to the door you've abandoned your only home Jerusalem! Jerusalem! The city killing its prophet the city killing its servant Jerusalem! Jerusalem! This temple's coming down you will not see me again I cry for you. I would have gathered you, I would have gathered you underneath my wings Jerusalem! Jerusalem! The city killing its prophet the city killing its servant Jerusalem! Jerusalem! This temple's coming down you will not see me again
5.
Thursday 06:05
Disciple: A girl prepared his body for death but never did I anoint his head. We live with him, with him we rise my Lord you know I would never deny I never meant to fall asleep how could I ever turn my back He prayed, "Lord, take this cup from me" now he's alone and so are we Christ: my body broken for you my blood poured out for you my body broken for you my blood poured out for you Disciple: take and eat of me he said with our heads bowed we eat the bread in this room, Lord, could it be true? You dwell with us, we live in you. Christ: my body broken for you my blood poured out for you my body broken for you my blood poured out for you Disciples: Your body broken for us Your blood poured out for us Christ: My body broken for you My blood poured out for you
6.
Friday 03:39
On that hill our Lord hung his head
7.
Saturday 05:30
lord you died for me. i die with you. my sin is laid to rest in the tomb buried with you. waiting, sleeping, you still are God the rocks will cry out we wait for you Lord you said you would rise you've opened my eyes your body healed mine. a new creation Lord, you rise with me, I rise with you my sin is laid to rest in the tomb behind you waking, walking in the glow of the garden, the rocks have cried out, we know you are God your kingdom has come you've opened my eyes your body healed mine. a new creation my sin is laid to rest, in the tomb buried with you

about

He was deserted by his friends.

From his pores flowed blood.

From his mouth, prayers of grief and anxiety.

From his heart, unceasing compassion toward even his killers.

From his soul, heaving cries to His father as he gave up his last breath.

While walking with Christ through Holy Week, I see firsthand that God is not distant or unfeeling. He has plummeted the depths of human suffering. My sin, putting me at odds with God, was nailed into his bloodied flesh, and dealt with forever. I am free to be myself because I am identified by nothing other than his Love. His wounds give me a place to belong.

credits

released March 24, 2015

Songs written by Katie Everett

Arranged and Produced by Matthew Monticchio and Katie Everett

Recorded and Mixed by Tony Guyer at Forgotten Genre Productions in Lancaster, PA

Mastered by Tom Volpicelli at The Mastering House

Linocuts and design by Ned Bustard

Musicians:
Katie Everett- vocals, guitars, percussion, bass, beats
Matt Monticchio - piano, Roland D-50, Rhodes, microKORG, percussion, bass
William Becker - drums (1, 2, 3, 4, 7)
Rob Nye - bass guitar (3, 4)
Scott Crosby - electric guitar (1, 2, 6)
George Yellak - percussion (1)

Chorus on "Thursday" - Ben Everett, Stuart Young, Andrew Mendola, Arthur Ortega Marcos

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Everhart is the music of Katie Everett, a girl from PA now living in Colorado.

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