I'm listening to an advanced copy of Andrew Peterson's new album Resurrection Letters, Vol. II online here. And I think it might be the best album I've heard.
Great writers write so perfectly that even the cadence of the words is perfect, matching the subject. For example, I'm reading Bret Lott's Ancient Highway right now. The sentences in the first chapter carry a choppy, stumbling cadence that fit the story as the boy tries to catch a ride on a moving train. The words are perfect because they sound like a rushing train.
Peterson's songwriting has struck the same perfect chord with me. I've loved his music for years, but I don't have good enough words for this new album.