Only Yours

Here is the recording of a song I posted the lyrics for a few weeks back. It's called "Only Yours". I wrote this tune while warming up for a set. Enjoy!
TMF

Worth (Rooftop Version)

This is so killer.

I love this video. God gets a pretty sweet view of us.

Worth

Worth

2011 Michael Ferrari

Verse 1

There is no end to how far you would go for me.

There is no friend who would do what you did.

There are no words to express how I feel to thee.

Chorus

As far away as my legs can carry me when I run,

You pursue me like a daddy would follow his son

To the ends of the earth

And that’s how much I’m worth

To you my God

Verse 2

There is no end to the things that I try to control

There is no way that my plans will not fail

You are the God of the knowing your plans for me

And you make me whole

Chorus

As far away as my legs can carry me when I run,

You pursue me like a daddy would follow his son

To the ends of the earth

And that’s how much I’m worth

To you my God

Bridge

I’ve been living high

I’ve been living wild

On the fast track to the other side

Never knew your love is deep as your love is wide

Your love is warm for this child

I’ve been in the cold

Going on my own

Living in the deep freeze of the growing old

Thaw my heart bring me home

Chorus

As far away as my legs can carry me when I run,

You pursue me like a daddy would follow his son

To the ends of the earth

And that’s how much I’m worth

To you my God

That Was Me

Here is a song I co-wrote today with a friend of mine, Jason Mitchell. He shared for approximately 10 minutes regarding various topics that addressed the question: "What songs is the Church not singing or writing?" It was an inspirational 10 minutes. Afterwards, I was afforded the opportunity to write a song with him. Here are the lyrics:

That Was Me

2011 Ferrari, Michael; Mitchell, Jason

Verse 1

When I didn’t care

about the things I did and if you were there

watching over me to see my despair -

that was me.

But you were there

Watching over me you saw my despair

You saw the things I did when I didn’t care

You cared for me

Verse 2

When I couldn’t see

I was blind to everything I could be

I had a heart inside that couldn’t beat

That was me.

You looked at me

You clearly saw inside that I wasn’t free

You lead me by the hand when I couldn’t see

‘Cause you saw me

Bridge

That was me

A person in the grasp of darkness I couldn’t see

In spite of all that I had done you found me on my knees

That was me

Interlude

Bridge 2

Now this is me

A person with a Savior who has heard my silent plea

A locked up heart that had no hope but you had the key

This is me

Stream Of Subconsciousness

Today, we are beginning a new meeting schedule within the company. It will streamline creativity and productivity while decentralizing both. It's a good step toward a growing future for our organization. Of course, nobody REALLY knows how it's all going to work. We'll figure and tweak as we go. But when there's not a complete and spelled out plan to a process, I immediately mistrust it. Right now, there is a meeting taking place where conversation is happening that I used to be a part of in the old meeting structure. I am freaking out. I began to tweet these crazy statements from within the darkest parts of my heart and mind. Read and enjoy just how depraved and selfish I am.

I'd much rather doubt than believe. Thing is, it makes me a good songwriter but a terrible christ-follower.


I have a propensity for mistrust. It's why I'm a bad friend and an even worse employee.


Inside, I like being angry and frustrated better than I like being happy and at peace. It's easier. I like being lazy.


Whenever I do good, I immediately assume that I've done so because I should and not because I really wanted to.


The ball of tension in my gut is the dark secret thing that I nurture so I have a feeling I can always count on.


I constantly look for what I can get out of a situation or relationship - sometimes without even knowing it.


I don't know if I really believe all this crap.


Like my jokes? It's a dark humor. You wouldn't understand.


I find my self worth in possessing a skill, aptitude, idea or knowledge that no one else does. It makes me better than everyone.


I have an insatiable need for affirmation. It's like a bottomless tub of popcorn that gets stuck on your tonsils.


I have an unending desire to feel special. By the very nature of my need it cannot be met.


My needs are defined by my wants and I always want more. Therefore I always need more. I'm a needy poor soul - according to me.

This is an evil stream of subconsciousness that is totally given over to the selfish things I am feeling inside. Have a great day! TMF

Best Of The Best

Several years ago, I wrote a song about my fears and insecurities with regards to my ability to provide for my family. I've always seen monetary affluence as a symbol of success. Recently, however, I am starting to feel that the best way to measure my life's worth isn't by the total earned figure, but by how much margin there is below that figure. This way, no matter how much money I have, it's always enough. Read the lines and feel the desperation. It makes me sad to think of the turmoil inside of myself at that time. As tumultuous as our life can be now with 3 kids, a mortgage, career and so forth, nothing compares to the hopeless, frustrated listlessness that abided in my mind then. I am truly grateful for where we are now - our life is a story of God's grace.

Best Of The Best

Michael Ferrari 2006

This is all I have to give, just a little bit.

This is not enough to live comfortably

The weak don’t know what to say when the strong arrive

You’ll find the weak where the wounded lay

And say a prayer that they will survive

            It isn’t the best things I’ve ever wanted

            tearing me up inside like this one thing:

            that I can’t provide the best of the best for you.

You know your grandfather said it best

when you danced at the winery

“You shouldn’t wear that wedding dress

if you have to work as hard as he”

And my heart, God rest it’s soul,

it goes out for your every need.

We’re throwing good money down the hole

but pinch the nickel till we make it bleed.

            It isn’t the best things I’ve ever wanted

            tearing me up inside like this one thing:

            that I can’t provide the best of the best for you.