Barbarians.

GET OUT OF MY FACE!

If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a million times

I won’t be subject to you, or your candy-coated lies.

But these lies become harsher with every passing moment,

Taunting me, and tearing me, and tempting me to forfeit.

And I know that I know that I know that I’m right where I been to be,

BUT GOD I NEED YOUR STRENGTH!

The strength that sets the captives free

Because without You I am utterly weak.

 

I know you’ve never left, and I know you’re always there

And I know to cast my burden unto you to bear.

MY HEART IS ENTIRELY IN YOUR HANDS.

But sometimes I think I’ve reserved a select piece;

Something to hold on to, to grasp, to put my flesh at ease.

But God I need your to have all of me,

Every broken little peace and essence of my being.

FOR YOU ARE THE ONE THAT MAKES ME WHOLE.

Not in idols, not in men, but in you I put my hope.

So as I cry out to you again with arms stretched to the sky,

Won’t you pour out your love and and your glory divine?

I want my faith to be like that of a child,

Undiluted, barbaric, fierce and wild.

SO SET MY HEART ON FIRE!

 

Eyes of the King.

Renew my mind, come wash me clean,

Already you are starting a new work in me.

My heart is ablaze with your sacred flame.

Already I’m changed; I’ll never be the same.

 

How beautiful are your works, O God, marvelous and true.

Blessings and mercies flow from your throne.

I am entirely helpless, hopeless without you

And faith is made completely my own.

 

My spirit longs to be with yours in unity,

The Magnificent Creator and the one Divine Entity.

My faith is strong; I have no “maybe’s”

Because your sacrifice saved me from forever in Hades.

 

How great is your power, I stand in awe,

Enveloped by grace freely given.

Chief of Sinners, I rank with Paul

Yet I am reserved a seat in Heaven.

 

I am unworthy of such a reward

Yet onto me, your love you abundantly poured.

What favor have I found in the eyes of the king,

That he would dance over me and sing?

 

O love of God, how rich and pure,

How measureless and strong?

It shall forevermore endure

The saints’ and angels’ song.

 

The Love of God (C): Public Domain.

Rain.

Let it rain; let it pour.

Let your Spirit fall like a storm.

Your beauty and grace displayed in lightening.

Your power and might in a thunder roar.

As I lift your name in worship let your Spirit wash me new.

Let the wind blow and I will bow under the weight of your Presence.

But when you speak, you are a still small voice.

A gentle whisper soothing my soul.

Refine my vision O God.

Sharpen my spirit with yours.

Lead me in the ways of the everlasting.

As I seek your Kingdom, reveal its mysteries to me.

I want to know your heart so much more.

So let it rain. God, let your Spirit pour.

I Am Canvas.

With every sacrifice comes pain

Yet with all I’ve abandoned, I’ve found peace.

Like quiet streams flowing through my soul

washing away the last of everything.

I am completely made new.

A blank canvas open to the Art’s Hands;

pulled tight over frame and primed for what will come.

In brokenness I’ve been made new.

In pain I’ve found peace.

In doubt I’ve found security.

But God I desperately need your wisdom

Because mine is only foolishness.

And God, I need your strength

Because mine is nothing but weak.

My heart is in your hands.

My spirit is unified with yours.

And my soul longs for deeper relation with you.