Fight For Me

I stand amidst battle cries

Armies raging all around

I cannot help, but hear the sound

Of others screaming, victory

 

But yet in my heart, I know the truth

I am no warrior still

I have not the heart, nor the will

To fight for that, which I know is right

 

So who am I?

 

Am I a warrior?

Or a saint?

Do I, with all my soul paint

An image for a greater purpose or

 

Do I simply muddy the canvas with

My broken spirit, torn by the flesh

Doing only that which I, think and feel as best.

For I am, truly broken

 

I am sorely lost

 

Given over to my fantasies

I delight, in all the wrong

Toiling under blazing sun, all the day long

For that, which is putrid

 

For that, which feels right

But in the end, will leave me broken and

Torn up beyond repair, far more lost than I ever planned

Truly, truly I am lost

 

I am no warrior still

 

So what purpose can I serve

What can I do?

What good or noble thing, lest it be by you?

For I am sorely lost, so sorely lost without you

 

So God in heaven, hear me

Hear my broken song

Help me to cry out, my soul to wholly long

From the deepest places, for You and only You, declaring

 

My God, my God

Fight for me!

 

You’ve called me to battle, but

I am no warrior, nor a saint

I cannot rhyme, nor sing

Or do anything apart from you

 

Oh God in heaven

I cannot fight, I can scarcely stand

Nor even look, up to your hand

I can only cry, here at your feet

 

My God, my God

Fight for me!

 

For I’ve heard, in holy places that

You, oh Lord

Fight for us and

Even make, intercession

 

For our broken souls.

Crying out, for mercy in

Spite of, our brokenness

Bringing justice, yet mercy the same

 

So please, my God, my God

Pray for me!

 

High Priest of heaven

You who wear, the victor’s crown

Slain, and risen Savior

Do, as only you can do

 

Bring life to my depravity

Bring purity, to my sinfulness

Bring fire, bring water

Bring all of you, that I might be

 

Wholly Yours, my God, oh God

Have mercy upon me

 

Please would you come

 

I am no warrior

I am no saint, without You, I am lost

I am not worthy to even speak your name, and yet

You know my heart the same

 

So great, and mighty God

Come do, as only You can do

Take these broken pieces of a life and

Fill it, with Your blood

 

That I may be, my own no longer

No longer sold out, to worldly pleasures but

Wholly given, wholly surrendered

Fully, in Your arms

 

That I may be, Yours, and only Yours, my God

Move in me I pray

 

Jesus, God of heaven, with all I am I’m asking

Would You come, would you move in me the same?

 

I know I am broken

So easily, recklessly lost

But yet your blood has made a way

For me to be made whole

 

Your word has promised, that I

Even one as broken as I, can come

In repentance, to Your throne of mercy and

Find rest, in You alone

 

In You, the great Mystery, in You who is

Even singing, over me

Jesus, I’ll rest in You alone, for it is You

You who are fighting for me

 

Hope for the Dawn

Hope for the dawn, comes

Blazing through the night

From fires high, and far away

Whose light is closer than a breath

 

Always constant, never failing

His love is like the starlight

His mercies, renewed every morning and

New as the dawn

 

Whose faithfulness, is without equal

Through night or any storm

Whose loving kindness, never changes

Whose mercy has no end

 

So I will hang on, until the dawn

Trusting in Your name alone

For You alone, can bring me through

My Refuge, my strong Tower

 

My God I’ll cling to You

Even till the dawn

Be with me, Lord keep me

Keep me here with You

 

Keep me, till the dawn

My God, on You I wait

What I Find

What I find,
To be, most mysterious
Most perplexing, and most wonderful is
The truth, of the God we serve

The character,
And nature, of who He is
The goodness,
And the beauty of His name

Found, therein
There, in the secret place
For what I find there,
Is Him

He is there, in the secret place
Waiting for us, to call on Him
Waiting for us, to run to Him and
Taste and see that He is good!

Greater than any worldly pleasure
Greater than any fleshly lust
Greater than any lie of the enemy
Greater even than our hearts!

He is,
He is enough
And He waits, for us to find
Him, and all He is

There,
In the secret place He waits
For us, to run to Him
For us, to find Him there

For He,
He is enough
And He alone is good
So run to Him, call on Him alone

For He waits
There for us
A beautiful, mystery
A wonderful enigma

He is,
Truly
The only Mystery worth pursuing
The only dream worth chasing

The promise of Him
Enough to keep us steady
The promise of Him
Enough to keep us coming

Running, after Him
For He, He alone is worth the fight
He alone,
Is worth it all

So keep chasing Him,
Him who waits
And even,
Chases us

A Mystery
An enigma
May we never, be satisfied
With anything, less than Him

For He alone,
He alone is worth it all
May we call, on Him again
May we run, to Him again

And find Him there,
There, in the secret place
Where He waits
For us there

Where He waits,
For us, to come and find Him
Playfully, lovingly
Calling

Us to keep on coming
To keep on chasing Him
A beautiful Mystery
A mysterious Lover

May we cling, to Him alone
May we run to Him again
The only Mystery, worth chasing
The only God, worth pursuing

Who even, waits for us
To call, on His name
And will meet us
When we call on Him

Who allows Himself to be found
There, in the secret place
Run to Him, call on Him
He alone, He is enough

He is all we need

A Moment

“Just a moment,
Just a moment please.”
A boy whispers, on busy street corner
To loud and toiling world around

A woman stops, for but a moment and
Wishes to say more
But with dismal glance away, she shrugs
“I’m sorry.” and keeps walking

Again, he tries another
“Just a moment sir,”
To busy man, with things to do
On way to important meeting

“I have no time.” He says in a rush
Putting up his hand as if to hush
The boy, and pleading eminating from
His kind and weary eyes

Again, another perhaps
This will be the one
A child, walking by
Holding mothers hand

“A moment,”
He asks,
Eager for reply
As child looks, and meets his eye

The two smile a second as
Time seems to stop
Eyes held, in contentment
Gazing into one another

“Come on.” Mother pulls
And yanks young girl away
Off on some busy trip
Away from boy, her friend never met

But felt there in that gaze

Then we see, after the people
Keep on passing by
The truth, of the boy
Not a boy at all

While seemingly clad, in tired rags
We see, a peculiar, mystery
The boy, the man in fact is
More than he appears

Mighty, holy
Powerful
Held in human form
Kind, gracious, compassionate

Loving, and just forever

For boy, is no boy at all
But Spirit, holy
But Creator, loving
Asking us, for but a moment

To lavish His love upon us

For us to stop, in busy days
For but a second, and to see
As girl saw, in those eyes
Something, too wonderful to describe

Yet therein, lies
A peculiar, miraculous peace
Mingled with courage, love
And jealousy

Beauty and terror alike

The boy, boy no longer but
Man, fully grown
Hands pierced with nails
Head, bearing thorns

Walking off, towards calvary
There, on the busy street corner as
None see, nor care to notice
Condemned man, as He really is

But merely scoff, and laugh or even
Do not see Him at all
For busy-ness, and focus on
All the world around Him

But this Man, keeps on walking
Whether world acknowledges Him or not
Towards His task, His Father’s will
Full of pain, and suffering and yet

Peculiar, brutal beauty
Of tale of jealousy, of love
Mingled with passion, and justice
Wrath and mercy alike

That culminated, there on that tree where
Jesus paid, the price for me
For world, and us too busy to
Even know His name

Us, too blind in sin to
Even see His face
Us, too lost in anger and rebellion to
Even care to know His name

He still died, there He hung
For us, for me
That we might go free, and be
His, and His alone

Redemption laid,
Upon a tree
Our debt paid
By Him we owed

Our futures made alive in Him
Who died, so we could live
Free, from sin and death and
Free, to live for Him

Him who is so wonderful, so beautiful
So matchless, forevermore
To Him, dead no longer but
Risen, from tomb to heaven where

He sits enthroned, on praises and
Remains, at the right hand of the Father
Praying for us,
Interceding for us

Us, the once fallen
Now given life, in His blood
Us, so loved
Us, so desired

Us, so lost without Him
He waits for us to come
To Him, and find
All we could ever need

In Him, the crucified
The Risen, Redeemer
The loving God, the jealous Lover the
Just, and passionate Judge

Both beautiful and terrible
Perfect in wrath,
And mercy alike
So good, and so wonderful

May we praise Him,
And His great name
Now and, forevermore!
Him who is so merciful and

Him who is so good!

But may we not forget
That boy, on street corner
That Man, that Savior
Who made Himself available and

Redeemed us from our sins
May we not, leave Him on the cross
Nor let Him lie, in the grave
But remember, Him the living God

Our victorious King

And too, the loving Father
Who sent His Son, to die for us
Who beckons, by His Holy Spirit, that we
Come, for but a moment and

Many more, for all eternity in fact and
Come and spend, time with Him
Him who never fails
Who loves us so, who gave Himself

Who loves us as a Father and
Who adopted us, as His own
And who too, is within us
Burning, like fire to

Give us grace, and utterance to
Worship Him, in His strength and
Pursue Him, in our weakness
To follow Him, to lead us to Him

The three in One, the everlasting
Who calls to us, out of heaven and eternity
That we come, and spend a moment
With Him, in His Word

Making ourselves available
Open, to hear His words and
Even hear Him speak
That we may be, more like Him and

Know, His love for us and
Even more than this,
There, in the secret place
So run to Him, keep Him not waiting

Run to Him, for He is enough!

Victory

Above every distraction, above every lie
A battle cry rings out
Singing of the victory
Of the risen, reigning Lord

Who already fought the battle and
Who already won it

So we on earth, need not strive
To win, thing we could never attain
But that we might simply rest,
In Him and, who He is

And praise, His victory
Praise the One, the risen Son

Who died, and rose again
Who stands
Faithful, forevermore and
Reigns on High, above it all

Victorious and true, forevermore
Matchless in all He does

In mercy and
In justice alike
May we praise His name, forevermore
In songs and testimonies of

Lives lived, for His name
Of days, and breaths taken, for His glory

To Him, who is most worthy
To Him, who is so good
To Him who is unending,
Matchless, in all His love

Merciful, and true forevermore
May we trust His name alone!

Seashells

Upon the shores, of endless ocean we
Find remnants, of those carried by
It’s longing tides across
Vasts of endless blue

And these ones, once living,
Now empty are
Monuments, to the One
Who created them

Not to that, which once lived in them
Not to the one who inhabited that shell, that by the seas waves now
Is removed from its casing and
Left without a home

These tiny shells, of those removed are
Monuments to, Creator who
Made them beautiful
That now that they, are rid of self they

Can reflect, all the better the
Beauty of, the Creator God and
Not fear, for glorifying flesh who once
Dwelled within its casing

For that shell, has been broken
It has been tossed about and
Carried by the Sea, and now remains
As testament, to the beauty of

Eternal God in Heaven Who
Made it, so beautiful
And even rid it, of itself
That it may better, reflect Him

The One who tames the waves and
Formed the oceans vast, in all their depths and
Each and every creature within
And gave them a purpose

Like those shells, upon the beach who
Though empty, now declare a
Peculiar glory, of the God
Who rid them, of themselves and

Freed them from fleshy impulses
And temptation, to glory self
That they now, may declare to passer-byers of
The mercy, and Love of this God

Who saw them, in their states of self and
Freed them, to be His
Made them, to be His own
To glorify, His name alone

Those shells on beach do sing
In simplicity, of brokenness and
Silent humility
They declare, with angels song

The glory, and the beauty of
This everlasting God
Who holds the seas, and tames them too
And even knows, each star by name

And looks at these shells the same,
The tiny, forgotten ones
Not forgotten, by the Maker
But broken, now whole by

His hand, and beauty to
Declare, His glory on the shores of earth
To those, just passing by
That they might see Him,

Through these vessels, rid of themselves
That they might know Him,
Who loves these little ones
These tiny vessels of His glory that

All the earth, may come to know
Him, who is most worthy and
Him who is most High
And glorify Him, the reigning King

Who is so good, and merciful
Even to the smallest ones
Broken, and rid of themselves
Now whole in His strength, and too

Now testaments, of His glory
Who sing, of His great Name
Simply, by being His
There, on earth’s shore

They praise Him forevermore
May we learn to do as they
For His glory, for His fame
May we allow ourselves be rid

Of ourselves, to better declare
His goodness, and His mercy to
Those, just passing by
On the shores, of eternity

That they may be with Him forevermore
In that Ocean of His grace
In those depths of His character,
In the waves of His justice

To be His, forevermore
Simply surrendered, as those shells
Rolled upon the waves
Simply His, and His alone

May we praise His name forevermore

Untitled

When words fall short to utter
Truths, of praise to God in Heaven
Sing but one name, speak with one voice
The name, above all names

The name of Jesus Christ

When world around falls apart
And nothing still remains unshaken
Sing, to heart and soul, to mind and body that
Name, too beautiful, to comprehend

That name of Jesus Christ

When pains, so deep
Rend tears in heart, beyond repair
And words fall short to utter grief
Speak, and sing that name, that perfect name

Of the Savior Jesus Christ

For He, in Himself, is enough to cover us
He is enough, to heal our broken hearts, and too
Utter that which we cannot, and create in us
A heart of praise and adoration, not possible without Him

To make our brokenness, into beauty
To turn our mourning, into joy
To take our sins, our failures, our shame
And make us new beneath His holy blood

For He, is enough
He is sufficient to cover us, to carry us
He is enough to keep us His
Enough to see us home to Him

Not by our merit, or our own worth, but by
His own strength and power and
By His great, unending mercy
By His love, and grace are we

Free to be His own!

So praise that name, above all names
Glorify, that God in Heaven who
Came and gave, Himself for us
Who is, more than enough

All we could ever hope for,
More than we could ever dream
Endless, and boundless as the sea
Whose greatness goes beyond the skies

Praise Him, and call upon that name
That name, above all names
The name, of the only Begotten Son
Of our Healer, our Savior, our Redeemer, our King

The name of Jesus Christ alone
Praise Him forevermore
For He is enough
Cling to that name alone!

Jesus, Jesus
Father we look to You.
You are our only One
The only One we could ever need

Jesus, Jesus
Oh how we need You
How we need You again
For You are our only One, our only Hope

Jesus, we need You again!
Speak to us again we pray
We have no good, apart from You
Jesus, fill us with Your love

Oh how we need You again!
Only You are faithful and
Only You are good
Jesus, we look to You

How we need You again!

Unmoved

Generation after generation
Hour, after hour
Days go by and no one cares
No one bleeds, or weeps, or cares to see
The world which lay around them

Too happy, to go on
In little world, they’ve always known
Too content to make a change to anything
That requires more from them than
A nod or simple like

How far have we fallen, these
Who once proclaimed, the world to be
As it was, and walked in power
Till world itself was changed and
Made new by the One within them

Too long have we been content without
The living, breathing God in us
Too long have we left Him under steeple and
Preferred He stay that way
Lest we be uncomfortable, or even

Shaken from our little worlds and
Made awake to see
This world we have made
By our indifference, by our uncaring and
By our refusal to make a change

In our own hearts, and minds
By our refusing to submit to Him
To Him who hung the stars, have we
Found out nation, once great, in shambles
Our youth dying without cause

Our children murdered, with our approval and
The homeless starving to be seen, and heard
Yet ignored as we pass them by
Too busy, too busy to care
Or do something to save them

Too happy, in our ignorance
Too calm in our willingness
To disbelieve anything
We do not like or need
Too tired, to wake up and see

This world that we have made

But most of all, I think we have
Neglected, this Holy Savior
This One who brought us back to life and
Ransomed us, back to Him and
Made us born anew, in His blood

That made us His own

We have, forgotten Him
Quite happily, that we could sleep
However we wished, so carelessly
In whatever world we choose to believe
That we may not hear His voice

That we could go on sleeping
Forever deaf, to the cries of those
In need, and dying for a Savior
Forever content, in our little pews
Bored by religious speeches, and happy tunes

No longer awed by the Savior King
No longer broken at His feet
No longer caring, to see His face
No longer calling, on His name
How long, how long dear church

Will you go on this way?

The nation, is falling
Your children, are dying
Just for a night of happiness
Away from griefs so easily brought
By world, they don’t know how to forget

By sins they know not how to escape

When you, oh church do know
What can save these desperate ones
You’ve spoken it from the beginning
No matter how you drone now, you once knew
The fire of the Holy Spirit who

Has left you, by your choosing
To find those that want Him there
Yet you sit unmoved
You do not care
How long, will you slumber?

I say to you, no more today
No more tomorrow if you go on
A day is coming, surely, it is here
When happy speeches and silent songs will be
No more to keep you afloat

We are in a day and age when
The mundane, the traditional
Is no longer enough
Religion, speeches
Songs of smiles and of lies no more

Can keep you from this fall

You must, rise up
And be as you were called to be
Not content, in lack of Him
Not filled, by worldly pleasures and
Not happily desolate of life and truth

The day has come to need Him again

You must find Him, as your greatest need
And seek Him, as your every breath
Oh church, wake up!
You cannot afford to sleep any longer!
Your King is waiting, your King is asking

For you to give up, your fleshy pursuits
To give up, your other lovers and
Return to Him once more
No other thing, will see you saved
No other One but Him

The time of ignorance, of uncaring
The time of slumber, it is done
Wake and see your Glorious King and
Repent to Him instead
Run to Him, who alone can save

And be as you, dear church, were made to be
The bride of Christ Himself
No longer a pawn of world or men
No longer born of money or of pride
But His. But His alone.

Dear church, the time has come
Return to Him again
Come back to Him, your first Love
There is no time to waste
Heaven can wait no longer

He is calling, He is asking
For His bride to return to Him
Will you sit, unmoved once more
Or come to Him instead?
The choice is yours, but know I beg

The Savior calls to you
Do not keep Him waiting, any longer
Do not break His heart, any more
The time is now, return to Him
There is no other way

No other, but this Jesus
None but Jesus Christ alone
We need Him again~

Kissed in the Dark

As I lay in mournful silence I
Ponder of the day gone by
And can’t help but feel, melodies
Racing in my heart

Songs of what I could have done
Songs of things I did wrong
All telling me, I am not enough
All telling me I can do no right

Yet suddenly, as silence thickens I
Feel a touch, a faint kiss
From Heaven all around me as
World around melts away

And I am surrounded by Him

Suddenly, I find
I am not alone
And day gone by, in all its worries and regrets
Melts away to nothingness

As I am kissed by His Presence in the dark

What are regrets in light of Him
What are insecurities in His gaze
All I am, laid bare and yet
I feel more alive than I’ve ever been

Here inside His arms

As peace comes rushing in
Like wave of Holy surrender as
All my worries, all my thoughts of self hatred become
Nothing as His love washes over me

As rain washes world with green

I am made anew, in His blood
Made His creation, reminded of the price
Of the price He paid for me
By His own blood, by His own Son

A pure and Spotless gift

And so I know, with unshaking, confidence that I
That I am not enough, and that’s ok
I was never meant to fight alone
For He alone, is enough

And He is my Redeemer and King

And so, He can be trusted
This unfailing God
Him who holds all my days, in His hands
And loves me just the same

And so I rest, in His arms
As repentance falls in tears from my eyes
As love wraps around me, wiping the wetness from my face
And covering me in Holy blood

As my Savior, the faithful God
Reminds me that though I am not enough
To face the world alone
That He, that He is enough for me

And only He can satisfy
He who kissed me in the dark~