Kellie Haddock

LYRICS & STORIES

Kellie Haddock
LYRICS & STORIES

Wild Love: Lyrics


Wild
(c) Kellie Haddock 2017

He is wild like a siren
Like a mighty water’s roar
He is comin' with a fury
Beatin' on your door
He is wild, unrelenting
Closer than your skin
He’s a thriller and he’s here
He keeps gettin' in

Feel the chills run down your spine
Feel the chills run down your spine

Ready or not here he comes
Unstoppable wild love
Enters risk and mystery
They’re on the dance floor
With intrigue

He’s wild … He’s wild …
You feel him in your heartbeat
A thunder in your chest    
His love, a tsunami
You cannot brace against
He’s wild … He’s wild …

A ferocious pursuit
Permeating space
He’s hunting for you
He can’t be tamed
Wanna look away
Yet drawn to stay
You think he might be good
Not sure if he’s safe

Feel the chills run down your spine
Feel the chills run down your spine

Ready or not here He comes
Unstoppable wild love
Enters risk and mystery
They’re on the dance floor
With intrigue

Chorus

Pressing in on all sides
Pressing in and loving wild (2x)

 

Lay Down Your Arms
(C) Kellie Haddock 2017

You’re lonely
But you want to be alone
You’re tired
But you don’t want to sleep     
Cowering in the corner
Ready for a fight
Thinking everyone
Is on the other side

Everything in you wants to fight
War won't make this right
Lay down your arms
Lay down your arms

It’s hard for you
To find a common ground
Fighting to defend
Your own bit of ground
You raise your voice
Trying to be heard
But all your efforts
Are only making noise

 Everything in you wants to fight
War won't make this right
Lay down your arms
Lay down your arms

You sit here
Trying to grow thicker skin
So when your hit again
It won’t sink in
There’s little to lose
And so much to gain
Raise the flag, stop the pain

Turn your swords into shovels
Turn your spears into hoes
 Instead of fighting
Cultivate growth

There is love, there is hope
Lay down your arms 

Love has the last word

           

 

More Than Diamonds
(C) Kellie Haddock 2017

I love your hugs
More than diamonds
I love your smile
Like the sand loves your toes

I love your hugs
More than ice cream
I love your smile
Like freckles love your nose

Like squirrels love the trees
Like summer loves the breeze

Like jokes love funny
Like bees love honey

I love you… I love you

I love your hugs
More than diamonds
I love your smile
Like dandelions love to fly

Like clouds love the sky
Like apples love a pie

Like glitter loves squiggles
Like tickles love giggles

I love you… I love you…
I love you… I love you…

Like soup loves bowls
Like butter loves rolls
Like drums love the beat
Like our eyes love to meet

Like feet love socks
Like pockets love rocks
Like phones love calls
Like a free for all

I love you... I love you...
I love you… I love you…

More than diamonds!!!

White Bird
(C) Kellie Haddock 2017

White bird, you're in so many
Stories that I've heard
How do you float across the fields
Finding hearts longing to be healed
Oh white bird are you even real

White bird, do you carry
Love upon your wings
Do your eyes see all things
Is there good news
Good news you bring
Oh white bird now you've come to me

Filled with the light of the Son
Brilliant light is in your song
Dawn is rising over me
Your birdsong unveiling mystery

White bird I couldn't know
When you'll come or where you'll go
But right now you're close
Bearing gifts of hope, gifts of peace
Oh White bird you're restoring me

Chorus

It's a new day… It’s a new day…

Oh white bird

Chorus

Quiet, Quiet
(C) Kellie Haddock 2017

Fireflies light the sky
Bid farewell to the day
The air is calm, a healing balm
The sky is turning grey
It's quiet quiet, it's quiet quiet

Echo over me under stars and trees
Gentle lullabies in the skies and seas
Fears lose their hold on me

It’s quiet quiet, it's quiet quiet
It’s quiet quiet, it's quiet quiet

Silence echoes on the hills
Summons sanctuary
And all around seems to pause
In reverence of the beauty
It's quiet quiet, it's quiet quiet

Chorus

Awakening mystery
The silence is not empty
It's full of God, it’s full of life
Washing over me
It's quiet quiet, it's quiet quiet
It's quiet quiet quiet

Chorus

Fears lose their hold on me
Fears lose their hold on me
Fears lose their hold on me

It's quiet quiet, it's quiet quiet

Beauty Was There
(C) Kellie Haddock 2017

As we gathered to talk and pray
Our hearts were numb from the pain
It hung like a dark cloud in the room
We were hurt and broken, confused

Instead of singing there was silence
Our heart strings throbbed
Like harp strings
We slid down the wall
And closed our eyes
Breathed in, breathed out a sigh

You were there with us then
You are here with us now
You’ve always been faithful
Always been beautiful
You’re with us in the battles
Standing in the shrapnel

We’ve been shelled out from the war
We’ve all been broken, all been torn
Our tired eyes strain to see
The smallest glimpse of eternity

Chorus

Beauty was there all along
Beauty was there singing its song
Protesting darkness
Till darkness was gone

Love Falls
(C) Kellie Haddock 2017

Where are you running to
Why don’t you run to me
What are you hiding from
Let it bring you to your knees

When I hear you weep
My Love falls over you

It’s not the way
You thought it’d be
You’ll never be the same
You want to scream to wake up
You’re holding all the blame

When I hear you weep
My Love falls over you

Love was lost, it broke your smile
You tore up all your gowns
Love was lost, it broke your smile
You tore up all your gowns

When I hear you weep
My Love falls over you

I can hear you weep
Feel My Love fall over you

My love falls over you
My love falls / Feel my love

Roots 
(C) Kellie Haddock 2017

Against the stars’ glittering
The branches traced out delicately
Speechless in pain and glory
This synonym for beauty

The longing, the adoring
Welling up inside of me
I trace my fingers through the lines
Of roots we dug from these old vines

Growing deep into the stream
Brimming up through depth of being
From what’s unseen
Comes all good things

The tree is planted for steady growth
Though daily change, little it shows
Instead in fear of death forbade
In rest and time it gives its shade

Chorus

The fruit comes not from branches work
Though proudly branches glory took
Effortless the branch’s brine
Spawn of life up from the vine

Chorus

Delicate Dance
(C) Kellie Haddock 2017

It's a delicate dance
When you and I are moving together
Sometimes it hurts our feet
But other days it's sweet
Our bare feet on the rug, oh...

Sometimes I might step on your toes
Uh - oh
My good intentions didn't show
Oh no

We’re learning how to dance
We’re learning how to dance, oh…

We can over analyze
Until the mood fully dies
The distance between us
Can feel like miles
As you stare at me
across the room, oh...

I moved too fast, I didn't know
Uh - oh
That you were hurting it didn't show
Oh no

Chorus

Me in step with you in step with me
In step with you in step with me
(Me) in step with you in step with me
in step with you in step with me, oh…

Let's dim the lights
We're both in the mood
So baby take my hand
And let's move, oh…

Spotlights
(C) Kellie Haddock 2017

Broken city, battered, unpitied
It’s left you feeling used

Your towers once stood tall
Rubies fell from your walls
Deep you feel the bruise
So deep you feel the bruise

Spotlights dissipating doubt
Spotlights piercing through the clouds
Spotlights spotlights spotlights

Do you see where you are going
Do you see where you are going

Though you're weary
You’re still walking
The pilgrimage of love
You're not giving up

Chorus

Glorious wonders yet to unfold
In the shadows
Where your faith is grown
Grieving all you’ve had to let go
Gaining more than you’ve ever known 

Chorus

More About Love
(C) Kellie Haddock 2017

What if you could be free
From all the wounds you’ve carried
They’ve held you down for so long
And made you feel you were wrong

You were made for goodness
For sharing in abundance
Are you somewhere resigning
To fear and insecurity 

What if it’s less about being right
What if it’s more about spreading light
Think of all you could take hold of  
Living like it's more about love

Are you a contradiction
Misguided in conviction
Belittled in the ideals
Losing sight of what is real

Chorus

You were made for love
Love is your perfect alibi
You were made for love

Lay down your defenses
You’ve been your own worst critic
Lay hold of the freedom
As love is your beacon

You were made for love 

Self Portrait
(C) Kellie Haddock 2017

You walked the line
A thousand times
Seen the good and the bad
From both sides

A depth's been sown
Your heart has grown
In triumph and trial
You've been known

You are loved
You are loved

You're the quietest rebel I know
You won't live your life for the show
You're creatively complex and unique
A kaleidoscope of beauty

You are loved
You are loved

Such divine artwork
When you were formed
What you could not earn
Was already yours

You're free to be bravely you
Because of this great truth

You are loved
You are loved


Wild Love: Song Stories


Wild

So much of life can’t be explained and can’t be tamed. This song is my wrestling with this force that is larger than myself and larger than life. I call this force God; you might have a different name. The thought of God invokes trembling. He is to be feared. He can do anything He wants, and he allows us to live in a world where anything can and does happen, a world that is often unfair and unjust. Yet this same God pursues me with a love so overwhelming, nothing braces me against it. His love is a force that I’ve felt present always. Even in my darkest of grief and anger, I somehow knew I was not alone. And this is what makes God so intriguing to me. This wild love keeps me coming back for more.


Lay Down Your Arms

As an artist partner with Preemptive Love Coalition, I had the immense privilege of seeing their work firsthand when I visited Iraq in the fall of 2015. Their founder Jeremy Courtney’s book Preemptive Love largely shaped my heart and birthed this song. Please visit PLC's website to learn more about their work. There IS love. There IS hope. 


More Than Diamonds

I wrote this song after one of those sweet summer days playing outside with our three kids. Life rarely—well, never—looks like a Norman Rockwell painting. But this day came close. I remember kisses, tickles and giggles as we tucked the kids in that night. A few days later, I was lying on the floor with our two-year-old under a fort we’d just built, my face next to his. I said, “I love you.” He leaned in (I thought he was going to kiss me) and he said, “I love jelly beans!” And that sealed it. I HAD to write this song! This song is for anyone who’s felt that their heart may burst because they love someone so much!


White Bird

I’ve always loved birds and I wanted to write a song to explore what it is I find so fascinating and inspiring about them. But as I dug deeper, I found that birds are a symbol to me for the deeper reality of those things in life that I can't see or understand. We see the effects of wind, but can’t see the wind itself. Birds too point me to a reality I can’t see with my eyes but know in my heart. This song is a celebration of that mystery and the hope that we are all a part of a larger story and a grander reality than what our tangible ‘everyday’ experience might suggest. It's an invitation to enter into this bigger story, to step into this mystery where anything is possible.


Quiet, Quiet

Each summer, we gather with several other families for a week of fun together. I wrote the first half of this song during one of those family vacations to the mountains. When we (finally!) got the kids tucked into bed, all the adults sat quietly in rocking chairs on the porch watching fireflies. The quiet after a full day outdoors with kids was the most beautiful sound. Yet, it was full of mountain sounds, and it was a richer quiet for my heart than mere silence void of any sound. This quiet felt like a healing balm going deep into my soul and refreshing its weariness. Nature does this so powerfully. This song is a celebration of that quiet. 

I wrote the second half in a castle in Austria days before I was to kiss my husband goodbye and get on a plane bound for Iraq. I was playing a piano at the top of the castle's spire overlooking the hills (that, yes, were alive with the sound of music). That evening, as the sun set upon the piano, I felt the fear I held for the trip ahead begin to melt away. The more times I sang over and over, "fears lose their hold on me" the more that became my reality. This song has been a healing balm for me, and my hope is that this song and this entire record touches your heart in those deep places where you long for healing. That way, you too can sing, "fears lose their hold on me."


Beauty Was There

This song begins three days after the car accident that killed my first husband, AJ. A few days after the initial shock of the accident, the doctor told me that our baby, if he survived, would likely never walk, talk or show emotion as a result of his injuries from the wreck. A group of friends and family gathered at AJ's parents house, speechless from grief. The pain so thick. 

I wrote this song ten years later, looking back through all the years: So very many hard times, days that seemed impossible and never-ending. Tears that seemed pitifully insufficient to express the deep grief I felt. Being angry. Being brutally honest. Persevering to stay present, to grieve in healthy ways. To not run and hide from the emotions, but to keep feeling, even if feeling meant hurting.

That heart work eventually led to healing. I'm not even sure how or when; it was so gradual. But looking back, it was overwhelming to realizing that I was not made whole again on my own. I was never alone in my grief, not even for a moment, not even on the nights when I cried myself to sleep or cried myself awake. This song is a celebration of that faithfulness. It's an awakening to a reality that was hard to see in the midst of the pain but so evidently clear through the lens of hindsight: Beauty was there all along, protesting darkness till darkness was gone.


Love Falls

I once heard someone define intercession as literally stepping into and feeling fully what someone else is experiencing. This song is my intercession for others who are hurting. 

I wrote this song one week while my husband was traveling for work. I had (finally) gotten all the kids tucked in and plopped down in front of my computer to decompress. I checked email and at the top of the list was a message from a friend saying that her cousin’s baby had drowned in their pool. My heart hit the floor. Everything stopped. I wept with a depth and intensity for this mom as if it were my own child. I felt the pain in such deep places in my heart. It was a pain on behalf of another. That pain, that intercession, became a melody, and over the next few days, that melody became this song. 


Roots

It’s so debilitating to compare ourselves with others. It either leads to pride or it leaves us feeling inadequate and discontent. I was attending a conference and I found myself comparing myself to everyone around me, sinking deeper into that hole by the hour. I was ready to press the eject button on the conference and go get a (gluten free) pizza, when suddenly, an image of an oak tree came to my mind. It was so random that it got my attention. I began thinking about how, in many ways, we are meant to be like trees. A tree is not concerned about the other trees that are growing around it. It simply grows where it’s planted. It grows. Often, instead of tending to my growth, I spend my time protecting myself against hurt, damage or death—often in ways that hinder living. I fail to realize that I too am planted to grow and flourish in life, even when that growth is painful. On the other hand, sometimes I worry that I'm not growing, or that I'm not growing fast enough. If I sit and watch a tree grow every hour—or even every day—and judge its value by what I see, it will be pretty discouraging. You can’t see a tree grow overnight. But if I came back 5, 10, 15 years later I’d be amazed at the changes in the tree.

So there I was, convicted of how I quickly judge my worth by my productivity and growth in a day. Yet for an oak, growth takes time and stands the test of time. Then another thing struck me as poignant: The very thing that causes the tree to grow cannot be seen. The roots grow deep into the ground. The roots are what enables the tree to grow high and majestic. It’s what’s unseen that enables and produces the seen. I need to be careful to cultivate and nurture the things I do that no one else sees. The time I spend in prayer, reading, practicing the piano, writing in my journal, serving others, cleaning the house… the list goes on. All of those unseen things matter. They amount to growth and strength of character. Those unseen things shape me into who I am made to be. So in a sense, this song helped me get back to my "roots" and become more mindful of the deeper truth.


Delicate Dance

(Okay, mom, if you’re reading, you might want to skip this one.) This song is about sex. But unlike many songs about sex, this song is not about the act itself, but about the relationship—about all the little daily interactions that lead (or don’t lead) to the act. It’s about marriage, the dance of the business and ordinary with love and passion. Relationships are nothing like the movies make them seem. They take work. And this is good work to get to do. It’s messy, we step on each other’s toes, it’s not always romantic. But I've found that marriage is so worth every moment. So we keep showing up. We keep dancing.


Spotlights

I love hearing stories, particularly stories from people who are older than me. People who’ve gone before, experienced more, who have wisdom to share, who’ve overcome. We need each others' stories. They point the way forward for us. Each one illuminates the otherwise dark and daunting path we call life. These stories—some which can be traced from the beginning of time and some which recount something that happened five minutes ago—are all spotlights that help us see where we are going.


More About Love

One New Year's Eve, my sister-in-law and I were talking about all the pressure women and moms feel in our culture. There seem to be a million ways we’re doing it wrong and a million more ways to tell us how to do it right—often all contradicting each other. The rat race seems so complicated and we both felt like it’s not even the race we want to be in anyway. My sister-in-law and I talked about how so many of the rules we give ourselves and the expectations we place on others are arbitrary. Our interactions can be so much more simple if they're summed up with one word: LOVE. If what we are doing is done in love then it will be okay. We get so focused on being "right" that we often miss the bigger picture of what is "loving." And now, as I parent, I say this to our kids all the time. It’s less about being right and more about being loving. How would our homes, schools, politics and churches be different if we really lived as though we were more concerned with loving others well instead of being right? 


Self Portrait

I tried to name this song something else, but each person that saw the original title said I must keep it. Writing this song began as a simple exercise: If a painter can paint a self portrait, could a songwriter write a self portrait? I began thinking about themes in my life others had pointed out over the years; about my personality, my experiences. This quickly grew into more of a juxtaposition between how others saw me and how I saw myself. Which then led into being about how I wanted to see myself. So I’m not fully comfortable owning the title of this song. But I do think the realities in this song are true for each and every one of us. This is how each of us are viewed. So maybe this song, in a sense, can be each of our own self portraits.