Gentle death, Jesus, Joy, Love, Music, Poetry, Theology

Free To Fall

Free To Fall

Free from self—my friendly foe,
A gentle death, the task ahead;
Boundless beauty it will sew,
Bleeding heart, its shell is shed.

Orphaned no more—feet have left the shore;
At Your bidding,
At Your call,
I’m at Your mercy—free to fall.

Tearful nights that balm the soul,
Not one of them escapes Your heart;
In weary hours Your comfort’s shown,
Whispering, You fuel the spark.

Orphaned no more—feet have left the shore;
At Your bidding,
At Your call,
I’m at Your mercy—free to fall.

Reckless heart by Spirit led,
To lose the world—for me no loss;
These lungs that sing will rest to breathe,
The sweet aroma of Your cross.

Orphaned no more—feet have left the shore;
At Your bidding,
At Your call,
I’m at Your mercy—free to fall.

In Your light I’m free to fail,
Free to stand before Your throne;
The strength of Love has torn the veil,
Calling me to be Your own.

Orphaned no more—feet have left the shore;
At Your bidding,
At Your call,
I’m at Your mercy—free to fall.

Christian Living, Contentment, Hope, Jesus, Joy, Love, Poetry, Theology

My Portion

My Portion

Make me whole, my God,
My heart has torn from sin,
Mine eyes can’t see Your beauty,
My soul, it groans within.

Lead me in Your light,
For shame I hide my face,
When wandering in the night,
I strain to see Your grace.

Keep me faithful, Lord,
Until the very end,
My heart, it often wanders,
My faith, it often bends.

Destroy my fortified cities,
That I for comfort build;
Bring me out in lasting joy,
To coffers You have filled.

Jesus, Love, Music, Poetry

Love Me

Life without its trial,
I do not ask of Thee;
Nor to escape the pains of death,
Or to elude its grief.

Only, tell me that You love me,
Sing it over me,
The promises You told me that You’ll keep;
And when my heart is aching,
Sing it over me,
The promises You told me that You’ll keep,
For all eternity, for all eternity.

To be spared from sorrow,
Is not my burdened plea;
Nor to never feel a lonely heart,
Or be free from want or need.

Only, tell me that You love me,
Sing it over me,
The promises You told me that You’ll keep;
And when my heart is lonely,
Sing it over me,
The promises You told me that You’ll keep,
For all eternity, for all eternity.

You’re loving me, yes, You’re loving me,
Recklessly invading foolish pride.
You’re loving me, yes, You’re loving me,
Showing me there’s no reason I should hide.

And You tell me that You love me,
You sing it over me,
The promises You tell me that You’ll keep;
And when my heart is lonely,
You sing it over me,
The promise You tell me that You’ll keep,
For all eternity, for all eternity.

Jesus, Love, Music, Poetry

Our True Longing-Our Longing Fulfilled

Oh, this desolate place,
All our wells have run dry,
Though clouds fill the sky.

Oh, we’ve hidden our face,
To burry our shame,
And smother the pain.

Oh, we need a savior,
To come and to cleanse,
Our unrighteousness.

Oh, we need a savior,
To be for us light,
And save us from darkness.

Weary and troubled are we,
For the burdens we bear,
Have left us despaired.

Too blind and too bitter to see,
That the wars that we wage,
Have strengthened our cages.

Oh, we need a savior,
To come and to cleanse,
Our unrighteousness.

Oh, we need a savior,
To be for us light,
And save us from darkness.

But hope is found today,
They heard an angel say.
And with this baby’s birth,
God brings us peace on earth.

Jesus, Love, Music, Poetry

Beautiful Irony

Coming alive as I’m led to the grave,
Being set free while becoming a slave;
I could never leave,
For I am free indeed
,
Because of Love’s beautiful irony.

The poor become rich and the first become last,
Hating your foe becomes part of the past;
In Him blind eyes see,
Broken hearts believe,
The truth of Love’s beautiful irony.

The battle’s been won before it’s been fought,
With the life of one Man a thousand’s been bought;
Who can bear but He,
No mortal’s strength receive,
The weight of Love’s beautiful irony.

His body the bread and His blood is our wine,
Broken and poured out, His love so Devine;
None is kind save He,
Our Lord forever be,
Slain for Love’s beautiful irony.

Jesus, Love, Music, Poetry

A Song

Glorious King
Hope is found
In Your blood poured out

Sins are lost
At the foot of the cross

Your life for mine
Oh, glorious crime
You looked at me

Forgiven and saved
My debt has been paid
Love set me free

Oh, what a glorious, glorious King
Hear now, creation, the song that we sing
Death is now dead for those who believe
In Jesus, King Jesus!

Righteousness
Not my own

Helplessness
Mercy shown

Your life for mine
Oh, glorious crime
You looked at me

Forgiven and saved
My debt has been paid
Love set me free

Oh, what a glorious, glorious King
Hear now, creation, the song that we sing
Death is now dead for those who believe
In Jesus, King Jesus!

 

Love, Music, Poetry, Stories

No One Knows How Frail We Really Are

Frail

 

She shed a tear today
He turned and walked away
He knew that it would hurt her
But he’s leaving anyway

She holds her baby tight
They’re all alone tonight
Two mouths to feed
Another on the way

We’ve all got bleeding hearts
Deep wounds and hidden scars
But no one knows how frail we really are

Dear baby don’t you cry
Even though I say goodbye
You’ll thank me when your older
You’ll have a better life

She turns and walks away
She thinks of better days
When that ring on her hand meant forever
And there was no price to pay

We’ve all got bleeding hearts
Deep wounds and hidden scars
But no one knows how frail we really are

She met a man today
He stopped and walked her way
She didn’t see Him coming
But she knows He’s here to stay

He saw her bleeding heart
Deep wounds and hidden scars
He knows her every secret
But He loves her anyway

He’s got a loving heart
Deep wounds and healing scars
Jesus knows how frail we really are

We’ve all got bleeding hearts
Deep wounds and hidden scars
But Jesus knows how frail we really are