You enter a large room at the bottom of the South Tower. The walls are covered with maroon silk draperies, and the floor is scattered with maroon and gold cusions. As you enter, the soft sounds of a harp float across the room to your ears. Scattered around the room are books and papers, some with musical notes on them, others with carefully written lyrics, some sweet, some sad, and some cryptic ones. Lining one wall is a bookcase full of books concerning music. There is one waist high table in the corner, a well worn divan sitting next to it. On the divan rest these lyrics:

Live The Life

Music by Michael W. Smith and Brent Bourgeois

We're passengers aboard the train
Silent little lambs amidst the pain
That's no longer good enough
And when it's time to speak our faith
We use a language no one can explain
That's no longer good enough
And God knows it's a shame
'Cause if we look to pass the blame
We are not the worthy bearers of His name

For the world to know the truth
There can be no greater proof
Than to live the life, live the life
There's no love that's quite as pure
There's no pain we can't endure
If we live the life, live the life
Be a light for all to see
For every act of love will set you free

There's something beautiful and bold
The power of a million human souls
Come together as one
And each, in turn, goes out to lead
Another by His word, His love, His deed
Now the circle is done
It all comes back to one
For it is He and He alone
Who has lived the only perfect life we've known

The Music Library

Smitty's Place in the World
Remembering a Ragamuffin - Rich Mullins
Anointed
Audio Adrenaline
Delirious
Caedmon's Call
Third Day
Burlap to Cashmere
Avalon
Jars of Clay

I Swear - All 4 One

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