December 16, 2008
I am not content living a half-lived life
I must move forward; I must press on
There is no fear that trumps love
and there is no love like His.
So, I will worship in Spirit and truth
I will stand among the redeemed
and my eyes will turn toward You, God.
I will behold You and I will become like You
for all to see Your glory
for all to praise Your name
I am clothed in righteousness
I am shod with peace
My heart is for You,
yes, I am among the redeemed.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
"Your Song"
November 1, 2008
I want to paint visions in song
to sing colors and love
To stroke paints on the hearts of men
that they might look to Him.
I want to sing like the wind
leaves blowing like the melody
of one, two, three,
red, yellow, green
I want to fall up
to land in Heaven’s arms
to see things I cannot speak
but still know I am here
though I do not belong.
In the world, but not of it,
I’ll sing Your song.
I want to paint visions in song
to sing colors and love
To stroke paints on the hearts of men
that they might look to Him.
I want to sing like the wind
leaves blowing like the melody
of one, two, three,
red, yellow, green
I want to fall up
to land in Heaven’s arms
to see things I cannot speak
but still know I am here
though I do not belong.
In the world, but not of it,
I’ll sing Your song.
"Drip"
October 31, 2008
I want to love
I want to drip down on humanity,
discard propriety to hold the brokenhearted.
I want to gather them in my arms,
the children, just to tell them I love them
Like a mother hen gathering her chicks,
I want to beat,
pumping blood of passion
through my heart
“Life,” I hear, “I want to LIVE.”
And to see my life served as a ransom for many
I’m not the Savior,
but I’ll point to Him
when I drip down,
When I drip
drip
drip down
love’s blood
to humanity.
It’s vital.
I want to love
I want to drip down on humanity,
discard propriety to hold the brokenhearted.
I want to gather them in my arms,
the children, just to tell them I love them
Like a mother hen gathering her chicks,
I want to beat,
pumping blood of passion
through my heart
“Life,” I hear, “I want to LIVE.”
And to see my life served as a ransom for many
I’m not the Savior,
but I’ll point to Him
when I drip down,
When I drip
drip
drip down
love’s blood
to humanity.
It’s vital.
"In the Garden"
I stepped in Your shoes
as I began to pray
I saw myself in the
Garden of Gethsemane
My knees grew weak
and I bowed my head
My prayers were fervent
“Would You deliver me instead?”
Yet I knew that I must die
so that I could live.
Father, come, I want
more of You
Father, come, Your
will be done
This battle’s not just for me,
it’s so they can say,
“We won!”
Against all odds
the pressure becoming thick
I speak to my Father
and He replies,
“My heart is for them
My grace is in your eyes
I look at the lost
and My heart breaks inside
Just for the one
I’ll leave the ninety-nine.”
So, I listen and I hear
as He speaks to me
“My grace is sufficient.”
You’re all I need.
And I know, though it hurts,
I pray, I plead,
Father, come, I want to know You more
Father, come, Your will be done
This battle’s not just for me
It’s so they can say, “We won!”
With tears in my eyes
the color of blood’s stain
I am pricked, I am torn
I am broken without a name
The only thing is mocking
The only thing is hurting
But the love is
so strong,
with the Father’s
heart it’s beating.
I do not wrestle
against flesh and
blood,
but principalities,
with powers,
with those things
of the mud that
try to pull me
down where I once
was, but no, I’ll stand
and I’ll plead the
blood, even that
teared out
in the Garden
of Gethsemane,
And as I step
out of these
shoes, I realize,
“I’ve won.”
as I began to pray
I saw myself in the
Garden of Gethsemane
My knees grew weak
and I bowed my head
My prayers were fervent
“Would You deliver me instead?”
Yet I knew that I must die
so that I could live.
Father, come, I want
more of You
Father, come, Your
will be done
This battle’s not just for me,
it’s so they can say,
“We won!”
Against all odds
the pressure becoming thick
I speak to my Father
and He replies,
“My heart is for them
My grace is in your eyes
I look at the lost
and My heart breaks inside
Just for the one
I’ll leave the ninety-nine.”
So, I listen and I hear
as He speaks to me
“My grace is sufficient.”
You’re all I need.
And I know, though it hurts,
I pray, I plead,
Father, come, I want to know You more
Father, come, Your will be done
This battle’s not just for me
It’s so they can say, “We won!”
With tears in my eyes
the color of blood’s stain
I am pricked, I am torn
I am broken without a name
The only thing is mocking
The only thing is hurting
But the love is
so strong,
with the Father’s
heart it’s beating.
I do not wrestle
against flesh and
blood,
but principalities,
with powers,
with those things
of the mud that
try to pull me
down where I once
was, but no, I’ll stand
and I’ll plead the
blood, even that
teared out
in the Garden
of Gethsemane,
And as I step
out of these
shoes, I realize,
“I’ve won.”
"Compassion"
Compassion from my Daddy
burns inside of me
The heartache seems strong,
but stronger is His love for me.
I cried to my Daddy
and He just held me close.
I sang my heart out to my Daddy
and He heard every note.
Daddy, will you hold me?
Daddy, let me cry?
You’re healing every moment
I felt lost with time
Sweep over me, Daddy,
with Your healing wings
Hold me close and I will fall asleep
with You rocking me.
Hold me, Daddy,
Hold me close.
Your heart plays your compassion
and I hear every note
sing softly to me.
burns inside of me
The heartache seems strong,
but stronger is His love for me.
I cried to my Daddy
and He just held me close.
I sang my heart out to my Daddy
and He heard every note.
Daddy, will you hold me?
Daddy, let me cry?
You’re healing every moment
I felt lost with time
Sweep over me, Daddy,
with Your healing wings
Hold me close and I will fall asleep
with You rocking me.
Hold me, Daddy,
Hold me close.
Your heart plays your compassion
and I hear every note
sing softly to me.
"The Emperor of My Heart"
November 26, 2008
I saw an Emperor seated on a throne
He touched his staff to the stone
It began to break; it began to crack,
earthquake,
but I didn’t want the stone back.
It revealed red,
alive, beating
flesh held in the hand of
hearts meeting, melting
into one.
The Emperor held my heart
and I knew it—done.
“It is finished”
He said to me,
“You are a (wo)man walking free
no more stone to hold you back
only flesh that shall not lack
tender and heartfelt care
look into my eyes and we’ll meet love there."
I saw an Emperor seated on a throne
He touched his staff to the stone
It began to break; it began to crack,
earthquake,
but I didn’t want the stone back.
It revealed red,
alive, beating
flesh held in the hand of
hearts meeting, melting
into one.
The Emperor held my heart
and I knew it—done.
“It is finished”
He said to me,
“You are a (wo)man walking free
no more stone to hold you back
only flesh that shall not lack
tender and heartfelt care
look into my eyes and we’ll meet love there."
Sunday, November 30, 2008
"LoveInfantsForEternity"
Speak to humanity
An infant touches the heart of eternity
Fashioned and wrought
formed with the hand of God
A baby's delicate palm molded
and at the moment of conception--
spoke history
destiny
providence
But there's a cry of injustice
when the innocent be plucked by the crow's claw
at an attempt to avoid infirmity
but a child stolen
wreaks havoc on the heart of a Father
who calls out desperately
For a life that comes short of destiny
because of a lie to avoid infirmity
And written in infirmity was a self-love
emancipated by fear and uncertainty,
the possibility that a child is far from reality.
Speak the truth in love
and declare the possibility that
mother love will cradle LIFE and destiny.
An infant touches the heart of eternity
Fashioned and wrought
formed with the hand of God
A baby's delicate palm molded
and at the moment of conception--
spoke history
destiny
providence
But there's a cry of injustice
when the innocent be plucked by the crow's claw
at an attempt to avoid infirmity
but a child stolen
wreaks havoc on the heart of a Father
who calls out desperately
For a life that comes short of destiny
because of a lie to avoid infirmity
And written in infirmity was a self-love
emancipated by fear and uncertainty,
the possibility that a child is far from reality.
Speak the truth in love
and declare the possibility that
mother love will cradle LIFE and destiny.
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