Stars

Memories of brighter days
Flicker in the night sky
Alight with wishes of the past and
Surrounded by the black of present

What beauty can there be in this
These relics of the past
So distant, so cold and yet
So surrounded by the infinite

Of eternal, distant black

A reminder, not of past but of
Future lays here in
For in that distant sky,
Burning bright with stars, we see

Hope, of tomorrow
Etched across the heavens as
He labors, above it all
Reigning, over everything

The King of Heaven, and of earth
Who knows each star by name
Therein, that sky has written in
A memorial, to His great Name

For distant stars, were formed by Him
Eternal darkness, where He walks
Each light, He knows by name and
Each figure formed by His hands

So when we look, up to the sky
Be not saddened by the past that once
Dwelled beneath these stars
Nor be troubled, for tomorrow or

Frightened for today by
Endless, mysterious black, or by
Those distant twinkles of light, that seem
To dim as days go on

Instead remember, the One who formed them and
Knows each one by name
And He who knows, that infinite blackness
And holds eternity in His hands

Take these memories, of past and
These reminders of the infinite
And see in them, the peculiar glory
Of Him, who bid them to shine and

Placed them there in, those Heavens vast
Exactly where He willed
For His purposes, for His plans, they shine
And He knows them all by name

Just as we, here on the earth
Are too made, and formed by His hands
For His plans, and purposes
May we submit, as they in Heavens do

To shine, for Him alone

And in our shining, in our obedience find
Peace, like no other as
We meet, face to face the One
Who knows each star by name

And too, knows us the same
May we revel, in His majesty
Now and forevermore
He who hung the stars, and too

Would come to us, and make a way
That He could
Know us the same
Through His Son, the eternal born of Heaven who

Died upon a tree

And rose again, in victory
To stars above(‘s) delight
To break, the bonds of hell and
Shatter powers of darkness

How marvelous is He
What a King, what a Savior
May we praise Him, forevermore
And remember Him, as we see

Those lights, hung in the Heavens
May we praise Him who holds them there
And too has redeemed us
That wonderful Savior, the everlasting God

May we praise His name forevermore!
My God we cling to You!

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~

The Rising of the Sun

O’er the moonlit earth, is rising
The hope of all the nations
Up from darkest places comes
The blazing light of day

Illuminating, all the world
In Holy light of mercy and
Bringing darkness, to an end
And vanquishing our night forevermore

Our bonds to sin and death are broken
By this rising of the Sun
Who Himself, went to darkest depths to free us
He bore our sin and shame

And conquered all, upon His back
He bore all our iniquities
The spotless Lamb, became sin and paid
The price for all mankind

On that day, we were purchased
By Currency, too holy, too beautiful to understand
Here on earth, now illuminated
By His holy, perfect light and grace

So yes, as that sun did rise
So did our Salvation as
Our holy, omnipotent King
Rose as Victor from the grave

Our Jesus, our Lord has done it
Oh praise the risen Son
Oh praise the risen King
Our Savior, our Lover, our Lord

He has done it
We are free

Free to dance beneath His light
And praise His name forever
How good, how good He is
This Holy, uncreated God

This Savior, this Jesus
He has done it
He has saved us, we are free
Praise Him forevermore!

Carry My Song

Carry My song with you
In darkest days, and sorrow filled hours too
May it be as a beacon, as a shining light
Of praise in the darkest places

A song to worship Me
A song of praise to glorify My name
Carry it with you, in the darkest, burn it brightly
A song of praise to My name

For in those hours, of greatest darkness is
A Hope, a present Help
The Lord is My name

And I will never leave you, no
I will not forsake You
Even in the darkest places
Still I go with you

So trust in Me, even in the shadows
Run to Me, in each and every day
Call on Me, and I will answer you
Oh praise My name, all the earth

Oh glorify My name children of Zion
Oh praise Me across the earth
Declare My wonders and My goodness
Declare My everlasting love

In song and deed, may you proclaim
Me, and My glory
On earth, forevermore
May you be, but a testimony

Of My great love and mercy
For I have loved you with
An everlasting love
And I have never failed you

So trust.
Trust in Me
The God who never fails
Bring My song, declare My praises

Across the earth, glorify My name
I the God, who never fails
I, the everlasting One
Praise Me, praise Me, I alone

I the God who is so good
I who am so good to you!

The Night is Never Without Light

Though days may come and go

And world around turns dark and weary

And sun sets, and falls away

Leaving world to bitter night

 

Wrapped in darkness as a cloak

 

Though storm may come and go

And winds may shake and stir foundations laid

Years ago on shattered stone

Was thought strong, now cracking under weight

 

As life threatens to fall apart

 

Still, there is

In chaos and in blackest night

Hope, hope

There is hope through the darkness

 

There is light in the blackest night

 

For though, we are

Left alone by all around and

Left in cold and darkness to wonder if

We will make it to the dawn

 

Still, there is

A gracious God in Heaven who

In His mercy, in His goodness will

Never leave us alone

 

Who, while storms rage about

And winds whip around our falling homes

And all seems lost without hope

Bound to change and leave us broken

 

Still, remains

This God so inconceivable

This Maker, so incomprehensible

This Savior, so loving

 

This God, so constant

He is forever with us through the night

Our star, guiding us home

Beckoning us to Himself

 

So high above the Heavens, and yet

Right beside us in our darkness

Always constant, never failing

Our Light with us in the night

 

Our God who never fails~

 

 

 

In Need

Give me something that I may chase
A dream that I may pursue
A thing, greater than I
A thing I have never known

Give me something to chase
Show me a better World
I am desperate, and I am hungry
Give me more than I can know

I have nothing
Yet I have it all
The world has given me momentary happiness
But my soul, it longs for more

I am starving for purpose
I am desperate for a dream
Give me that which I have never known
Yes, give me that I have never seen

For I know, what world does offer
I know what path has wrought
All the world has given me
Is broken bones and shattered heart

My soul, it thirsts
Yet I know not where to look
Give me a purpose, lest I die
Give me more

Give me that which I have never known
For I am desperate
I am starving
My soul, it calls for that

That which I have never known
Give me Jesus. Give me Jesus.
Give me Him which I have never known
Give me He too wonderful for me

For I know, there is no other thing
I know there is no other way
So give me Him, give me this Jesus
Lest I die and fall to hell

For I know no other way
And my soul, it must have Him
Lest I die and fall to hell
Give me Him which I have never known

Give me Jesus. Give me Jesus
Him I have never known, yet my soul calls for
Give me reason, give me way
To seek Him in my life

I know not how to find Him but
I know He will find me
So I ask, dear God in Heaven
Give me You I have never known

Give me this Jesus.
For I am in need of You.

Pursue

What greater pursuit have I, but to spend
My days, my years, my hours chasing
Him, that eternal God in Heaven who
Truly has no equal!

What better way to spend my life
What greater pursuit is there than this
To seek, with heart and soul, mind and body
Him who created earth, the very Living God!

What greater thing is there than this
What on earth compares to Him
Nothing, nothing, is worthy nor
Compares to Him, this God in Heaven

It is Him I will seek!

So Lord, give me strength
Give me stamina, give me desire to
Pursue only You, my God alone who is
So worthy, so good

You alone have no equal
You who have no compare!
You I will seek, all Your boundless, mysteries
The nature of Your character God, it is enough

Boundless to keep me in love, for all eternity
To keep me sustained for all days of time!
For You, truly are
All that You say You are

And Lord, You are my grandest Dream
The only Mystery worth Pursuing!
It is You alone I will seek
You alone I will praise

You, my God
The only One, the only One for me
The only Thing worth pursuing
The only One deserving of

My praise and adoration for
All eternity!
You who have no equal
You who have no end

Who can measure Your goodness Lord
Who can comprehend Your worth
Who is worthy, to seek after You
In the place where You dwell?

None, none
All have fallen short before Your glory
Yet You have made a way, by Your holy Son
You have made a way for us, the unworthy to

Know You, as You are
What greater joy is there than this
What greater pursuit than, the beauty of
This Savior and God eternal

Only You. Only You.
My God, it is only You
You alone who are worthy
The only Mystery worth pursuing!

Strings

Walking through a tired world, I find

A mess of people, a world of sorrows entangled by

Strings of sorrow and of grief

Tying them to days past, and binding them

 

To future bathed in torment

 

For these sorrows and griefs, once masqueraded themselves as

Forest of joys, world of happiness and freedom

Yet now lay wrapped around them as chains, and shackles that

Cannot be broken by powers of men

 

By they who sought them so

 

But I see, too

Amidst this sea of brokenness and pain

A glimmer, a hope

A faint Light drawing closer to, those bound in chains and strings

 

Drawing closer to me

 

I twitch at coming light, as blinding as the sun, as it

Walks nearer me, bound in chains

And sorrows of a life lived out

And of rebellion to the Lord and God

 

In rebellion to my Maker

 

But yet, as I try to peer into Light

Drawing closer to my broken frame, I see

That He I denied, stands now before me

The God I rejected comes to me know

 

Bathed in robes of glory and of light

 

I close my eyes as Light draws nearer, for

Fear of growing blind

As glory and holiness ebbs closer, I feel

Heat radiating from that Light piercing through
Even the darkest of my sins and

Illuminating the cords and strings bound about me

 

What can I do?

Where can I go?

Chains have me bound so tightly, and yet

This Savior still draws closer

 

I wish to run, to escape

Away from such Beauty for

Beside Its Light, I see how broken and

How far I have truly fallen

 

Now bound in cords and strings

Held by chains to my sins

 

Suddenly, I feel a touch

A simple hand on my shoulder as

Heat rushes down into my body and

I writhe beneath the heavy weight, as it burns in my soul and

 

Melts my spirit with Its Light

 

Process is painful as

This hand touches me

As all within me is laid bare and

I am left as I truly am, without façade

 

Broken, broken and

Bound by heavy chains

 

Not strings, of simple cord but

Heavy iron shackles, around my wrists and ankles

Laid around my neck and heart

Binding me, to my transgressions

 

I see it all next to this Light, as it rages deep within me

From holy hand upon my shoulder

 

Amidst the pain and incessant burning, I hear

Simple whisper, marked with love and mercy speak

Words of comfort to my soul

As it asks, with quiet passion
Do you wish to be free?

 

I remain a moment, stunned by question

Still burning by this Light

Yet nod, with all strength I can spare

Wearied by reality of my state, so broken and

 

Bound by heavy chains

 

I feel hand, move beneath my chin and

Lift my head to meet Its gaze

I dare not open eyes, yet something pushes me

To do so, as I see

 

Beauty, Beauty, as I

Have never known before

Such beauty, such holiness

Stands before me know

 

Burning, and bathing me with

Holy, holy Light

 

Suddenly, I feel a tug as

Chains are ripped from arms and neck and

Fall from my ankles and

Rush towards Him, that Light before me

 

As if chains were called by name and

Respond to some Lord, not their own but

Powerful, and Mightier than

Any one on earth and

 

Greater than their own master who

Gave these chains to me, in exchange for

Moment of happiness and

False joy drenched in lustful rebellion

 

These shackles stop, before Him and

Almost stoop, as if to bow

Before this Lord of Heaven and

Bid Him homage, as if shrinking beneath
Weight of His holiness and glory

 

I watch, suddenly as

Light becomes, as form of man

Still all God, yet all man, as He

Stands before me, masqueraded in

 

Human flesh, with glory and holiness

Not tainted by mortal body

 

In an instant, chains leap back

Unsure of what this means

Yet, I see in His eyes

That Light that stands before me in human flesh

 

A desire, a passion for

Some cause, greater than Himself

Given by , His Father and

Willed by Heaven’s King

 

With deliberate action, He

Lifts His arms out from His sides and

Looks too chains, and bids them come

And lay on Him instead

 

Chains look at each other in

Curious, wicked glee and

Quickly, yet hesitantly rush towards Him

As if with haste, and worry of some trick

 

And bind Him where He stands

 

I look now, to this Savior, to this God of Heaven and

See Him, in human form, now willfully bond

By my own transgressions and

Can’t help but weep, as I stand free

 

The one deserving of this fate, before

He who deserved it, least of all

Him who reigns over galaxies and

Governs stars above

 

Now bound, in my chains

A priceless, reckless gift of love

For me, for me

For me who deserved it all

 

I am undone.

 

But story does not end there, no

Justice was paid in full

For death, was warranted and

Deserved by me who bore those chains

 

And now fell upon, this Holy God

Who now stood before me, bound willingly

As tears ran from His face

Of love, and mercy and

 

Perhaps even for me

 

They led Him off, those chains of mine

And dragged Him off to hill, where men

With chains of own, beat Him and

Hung Him on a tree

 

I could no longer, bear the sight

I fell to knees, and wept most bitterly

For He, now bore weight of my rebellion and

Now hung in my place

 

Cut off, even

From His Father, in Heaven as

He became, literal sacrifice

Pure and spotless Lamb who took the weight and

 

Punishment of my sin

And took it all, every sin

And bore penalty of death, for every sinner

Even those who crucified Him

 

And He did it all, so willingly

For He was stonger, mightier, holier

The very God of Heaven, and yet

Allowed Himself to become sin and

 

Be killed for my transgressions

 

A mystery, a mystery

I will never understand

 

Then, all of a sudden as

I had head laid on ground, in the dust

My tears turning earth to mud

Ground shook, most violently and

 

Darkness fell on land

 

All the world grew silent as

If in hush, as if in stunned silence as

Holy One, of Heaven breathed

His last upon the earth

 

As the very Son of God, was dead

Killed by iniquity not His own

 

I rose, in stunned silence as

The deed was at last done

My price, was fully paid

My burdens, fully bore

 

By He who did not deserve them, by Him, the Holy One

Of Heaven who was now deceased, and hung limp on tree

On tree meant for me

Meant for every soul of earth, now spared by

 

This Man’s own Holy blood

 

What mercy, what love was shown

That day on Calvary

When Messiah, when pure Lamb came down

And died for you and me?
A question, I

Have spent lifetime trying to answer, and yet

Have never found end too, this bottomless question

Of the reality, of the true worth of Him, who died for me

 

Of Him who took my shame, and chains and

Carried them to cross

And did not hesitate to die, nor suffer in my stead

Yet paid it all, to make me free and

 

Do His Father’s will

 

A mystery, a God

A Savior, far too wonderful for me

Yet I will, forever praise Him

For story did not end there

 

He rose again, when three days past and

Defeated hell and grave

He broke the power, of all my chains and

Of every sin and evil of the earth

 

That those who, believe in Him and

Trust His Holy Name

And accept, His Holy Gift

He, that pure Sacrifice

May be saved, may be redeemed and

Delivered by His blood

Made pure, made holy by

His own holy blood and name

 

Made His own, made children of God

By this Savior of the world!

 

So I will spend, all my days

Every hour, every moment praising

Him, this God, this Holy One

Who died and rose again, who saved me from

 

All my iniquities!

 

Who gave me His Son, to die in my stead

To make me free, no strings nor chains

Made perfect by His blood

Made His, made His

 

Purchased by this Savior of the world!

 

For it is not me, nor is it anything

I did or could ever do to deserve

Such a holy, holy gift, only goodness of He

Of HE who died for me

 

The Mystery, I will never fully understand

Yet I will praise, for all eternity

In life eternal given by

This Holy One of Heaven for

 

He is so worthy, He has no equal

There is none like Him on the earth, nor in

All creation under Heaven

Nor in all Heaven itself

 

For He, this God

This Godhead three in One is,

Matchless, holy and
Passionate, and jealous for all days

 

With no equal on the earth!

 

And He has saved me, yes, He has made a way

For all men, to come to Him

No matter how broken or forgotten

That they may be, cleansed and healed by His blood

 

And made His, belonging to

This Savior of the world, this God in Heaven that

Is so good, and forever worthy

He who has no equal!

 

So praise Him, praise Him this holy God who

Took all our shame and

All our iniquities

And bore them, Himself

 

Placed on His Holy Son

 

He who made us free, He who has redeemed us

Let us praise Him, forever more

This God who is so worthy and

Made a way, to make us free

 

Who broke off, every chain and

Power of hell below

Who made possible, for broken men to be’

Restored by His blood
And made His, and made His

Belonging to the only Living God

The Spotless One of Heaven

He who is forever worthy, so deserving

 

Let us praise Him forevermore!