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Fight For Me

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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

 

A Moment

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“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

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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!

A Steady Ship

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A steady ship
Is not one, driven by
Chaos of the storms or
Wills of captain driving her

A steady ship is not the one
Laid upon the shore
Destitute of purpose, or desire to
Soar upon the waves

A steady ship, is one anchored
One founded, deep in love
With confidence, in the One who made her and
In the One, who calls her home

From across the waters He calls
From across the sky He teases
And ushers to come deeper, further
Deeper into love

For life is a storm
Chaos, is the heart
Without peace, without Guide
But love, but peace is One

One who walks upon those waves and
Bid them to be still

So no matter what may come
Nor storms, nor crashing waves
Of heart or soul, of mind and thoughts
Or even of, daily life

I will trust, in that anchor
I will trust, in that One
The Ocean, of love
The Lord of a thousand seas

The One, fairest of all
More beautiful than skies and waters
Him who speaks, and wind does cease
Him who whispers, and all grow silent

Him who is, more than enough
He calls me His beloved one
He who tames, the seas and waves
It is He who calls me to rest

And trust, in His great name
For His glory, for His fame
For He is worthy, of it all
And He is, so good

So wonderful, forevermore
So vast in love, so wonderful
I praise Your name, forevermore
My God I sing to You