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Wrath

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released on Come&Live!, 2011

These are songs we sing each week at our church, Watermark, in Tampa, FL. We hope you are encouraged by them.

If you do enjoy the songs, please consider purchasing our albums and merchandise. The direct support allows us to continue to record and release more music into the future. Thank You!:

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released November 1, 2011

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Preson Phillips Tampa, Florida

Tampa Florida’s Preson Phillips has been called “a refreshing change from mainstream worship music [who’s] songs recall the wide-eyed fervor of the early 70s Jesus music artists” ~itunes review.

With an americana influenced sound ranging from folk to alt/country, newcomers should expect a real, almost personal, connection with the emotions and ancient spirituality of the music of Preson Phillips.
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Track Name: Mournful Things
Oh, this is the midnight hour of victory.
Come and see, a mournful garden where a sinless man is grieved.
And there a King, among the peasants and the carpenters and theives.
His glory seen, not in crowns but gentle words and healing deeds.

Sing Sing Sing!
Sing the song of the redeemed.
And bring bring bring,
heavy hearts and broken hands before our King! Oh...
calvary’s mournful mountain climb with me
and we shall see, a sight that sets us free.

And see, in chains, shown the way departs Gethsemane.
A friend will lead, to such an evil place, he can’t forgive his deeds.
Arraigned in peace, not a word of ill this judgement hall shall see.
Hope released, in silent fear and trembling learning of his fate.

Sing Sing Sing!
A joyous song of mournful things.
For here our King
made a villain, and a lie, hung from a tree.

Oh calvary’s mournful mountain climb with me,
and we shall see a sight that sets us free.

To see you as a man, loving eyes and calloused hands.
Your words have opened eyes. Brought riches from insolvent lives.
Dealt a traitors fate wit Roman nails and to hold your weight.
And suffering as you die, still pleading for afflicter’s lives.

Morning falls, take the path to where our savior laid.
One last look, to view the fate of all who’d follow in his wake.
There we see what only prophets can describe.
An empty cave, a man in white proclaiming Jesus is alive!

Sing Sing Sing!
This is the story of a King.
And speak these things.
Let resound proclaiming death has lost its sting.

Oh calvary’s mournful mountain climb with me,
and we shall see an empty tree.

Oh calvary’s mournful mountain climb with me,
and we shall see a sight that sets us free.


Words by Preson Phillips
Track Name: It Lives, It Speaks, It Pleads
Grace comes like a raging flood,
and it sweeps me out to seas of love.
Purging sin and filling scars
that have come from wandering in the dark.

How great the blood, that ran for sinful nature’s needs!
Has broke the curse, it lives, it speaks, it pleads.
And all who lean on faith and love,
will prove that death is swallowed up.

And still my Lord he walks amidst,
and he beckons us to purest bliss.
To feel the freedom of thy bonds,
and to walk on earth as Sons of God.
Come life, come death, come pain, come trial.
I have no fear of earthly wiles.
For Christ though thorns and scourging died,
now risen walks His hands in mine.

How great the blood that ran for sinful nature’s needs!
Has broke the curse, it lives, it speaks, it pleads.
And all who lean on faith and love,
will prove that death is swallowed up.


Words by Preson Phillips
Track Name: Wandering Soul
Oh wandering soul welcome in,
love is awaiting.
We are kindred in heart,
creations of God gone astray.
We have tasted the world,
and bearing the weight of our sin.
We have silenced our hearts,
and smothered God’s spirit within.

This is the dawn of your love!
Something worth singing of!
May the broken and weak rise above!
And Jesus have mercy on us!

Wandering soul, step forth and be healed.
Take the weight of the world,
and hang it on bloody nails.
Travel on, no longer alone and afraid.
Taste the bread and the wine of communion,
and turn and be saved.

This is the dawn of your love!
Something worth singing of!
May the broken and weak rise above!
And Jesus have mercy on us!

I’ve tasted, I’ve seen, how a man can be free.
I’ve tasted, I’ve seen, how a man can be free.
I’ve tasted, I’ve seen, how a man can be free.
I’ve tasted, I’ve seen, how a man can be free!

This is the dawn of your love!
Something worth singing of!
May the broken and weak rise above!
And Jesus have mercy on us!


Words by Preson Phillips
Track Name: To The Hills
I will lift thy holy name
when the good seems lost, and all seems vain.
And I will claim a peace within,
claiming life in Christ and death to sin.

To the hills I lift mine eyes.
Whence shall help for me arise?
He who safe his people keeps;
Slumbers not and never sleeps.
Slumbers not and never sleeps.

Father cast me not away.
Bid my old wayfaring heart to stay.
Bid my soul to keep my faith.
Making war on evil till my grave.
Making war on evil till my grave.

My protection is my Lord.
Shelter safe for thee He will afford.
Christ will guard by day and night.
Lead with fire by eve, and cloud by light.

To the hills I lift mine eyes.
See how quick his mercy flies.
He will always keep my soul.
All that harms He’ll control.
All that harms He’ll control.

Father cast me not away.
Bid my old wayfaring heart to stay.
Bid my soul to keep my faith.
Making war on evil till my grave.
Making war on evil till my grave.

Oh, to be loved and given hope.
Oh, to be loved and given hope.
Oh, to be loved and given hope.

Father cast me not away.
Bid my old wayfaring heart to stay.
Bid my soul to keep my faith.
Making war on evil till my grave.
Making war on evil till my grave.


Words by Preson Phillips
Track Name: Calamity
Oh my God where have you gone?
My light has dimmed and You’ve withdrawn.
My time of need has soon arrived.
I pray for thorns to pierce divine.

My pain, my King, I cannot take.
The fight, my Lord, I cannot fake.
Defeat the archer with his bow.
With fiery darts as white as snow.

The ache of sin I cannot stand.
The sting of stains that broke Your hands.
I rise and raise my spear to show
I’ve pierced the peace of One I know.

My guilt, my King, I cannot hide.
The debt, my Lord, I cannot buy.
Purchase the ransom for my life.
Secure me Groom, I am your wife.

The frail know fear.
The lost lose hope.
I’m tied in knots with my own rope.
Release me from the bondage nigh,
so I can soar to safety’s side.

Your crown, my King, I cannot wear.
The cross, my Lord, I cannot bear.
I’ve lost the meaning of Your home.
I’m running towards Your kingdom’s throne.


Words by Ryan Young
Track Name: His People Run Free
Prisoner lift your timid head.
The fields and the forests
once brown and dead are awaking!
And all that once fractured, He mends.

And all who’s despondent, whose hope’s all but gone,
awake from your slumber and sing! 
For the dawn is now breaking!
You’ll soon see the light that will fall.

Heaven and earth declare holy,
worthy creation knows it’s King!

Still breaking down prison of stone while we’re singing.
Still holding back waters, His people run free!
We plunge in the river. Our bindings are severed.
We sit at the table and dine with a King.

Lonely I’ll no longer roam,
like cloud, like wind, like wave.
Where He dwells shall be my home.
His death shall be my grave.

Oh, my empty soul’s no more.
And oh, my idle heart on wings shall be forever.

Still breaking down prison of stone while we’re singing.
Still holding back waters, His people run free!
We plunge in the river. Our bindings are severed.
We sit at the table and dine with a King.

And oh, thy grace like water falls.
And all my faults have been made Yours.
And oh, thy name upon my head.
And oh, thy heartbeat in my chest.
And oh, thy words upon my lips.
And oh, thy love in my finger tips.


Words by Preson Phillips
Track Name: Am I Yet Alive
Into the hovels of the poor,
into the dens of earthly mite.
Into the the streets of dark where homeless groan, God speaks.

Because the mighty stand so straight.
Flattering tongues and secret hate.
Because the Godly ones are absent, God will speak.

Because the mother lost her child.
Because the elder lost his way.
Both have lost a future, once alive and now laid waste.

For the man who’s head is clear
just long enough to get a drink.
For the orphan knowing not from where he speaks.

I come alive. Grace has won me over.
As hope survives, my soul has found it’s lover.
A love collides as He becomes my sufferer,
and am I yet alive!

To the hopeless we bring stories of a man who conquered death.
To the lost we bring the way and light your path.
To the wealthy we bring freedom from the life that’s spent in waste.
There is rest to find among a world of haste.

I come alive. Grace has won me over.
As hope survives, my soul has found it’s lover.
A love collides, as He becomes my sufferer,
and am I yet alive!

If we will not hear, then take our hearing.
If we don’t see, then take our eyes.
May Your wrath be swift to conquer,
purging death if’er it thrives.
And if our dullness ever growing, will not give way, embracing lies,
then take our lives... take our lives...

I come alive. Grace has won me over.
As hope survives, my soul has found it’s lover.
A love collides, as He becomes my sufferer,
and am I yet alive!


Words by Preson Phillips
Track Name: There Is A God
Come, break bread with me.
I will tell you of how I’ve been made free.
There is a world your eyes have yet to see.
No more dimly lit mirrors for me.

We’ll pull wide the curtain, and strain with our eyes.
We’ll peer past the stories, and see past the lies,
and we'll walk till the morning has risen, and sun breaks the skies.
Days of rest, we will find.

There is a God with the power to break land from the water.
A Father enraptured with sons and with daughters.
And where He goes, man is being made free!
There is a Son who was led like a lamb to the slaughter.
A Spirit who moves oer’ the face of the waters,
and searches e’er for me.

There is a God, there is a God, searching for me. 

Hallelujah, Christ the Savior.
Hallelujah, God has come.
Hallelujah, Christ the victor.
Hallelujah, God has won.

There is a God with the power to break land from the water.
A Father enraptured with sons and with daughters.
And where He goes, man is being made free!
There is a Son who was led like a lamb to the slaughter.
A Spirit who moves oer’ the face of the waters,
and searches e’er for me.

There is a God, there is a God, searching for me. 


Words by Preson Phillips