freedom

You sick and dead world look what you did to me. you promise me freedom but you gave me a cage. You painted a smile on my face and stuck a knife in my back. You promise me freedom and you promised me fun, you dead world your steeling the children and you eat them alive. You dead world how could you? When I was young and volnurable you raped my mind with vulgur language pornography and violence.You made me hate my body and hate my face until I changed my image and ran after your styles so I could finally look at myself in the mirror.you told me I would find some releif when I smoked your drugs and drank from your drinks, but you used it to drain every bit of childish joy from my heart until I couldnt feel anything but numbness without a drink or a smoke.You made me feel so worthless, you told me God didnt care, you told me He was far away or hiding in a church or that He didnt even exist.


But then I saw this man on a cross. Who was he dying for my heart asked. Could it be me that he was suffering for? That broken cowardly insecure me I spend my whole life trying to hide away deep inside of me, that broken me I never let anyone see? He looked at me from that cross and as our eyes met I knew it. This God I spent my entire life hating and ignoring was dying for me...and all this pain and insecurity, all the sin and pain this world had caused me died with Him. And then like a flood in one moment of time all my innocence I had lost came pouring back into me. Like waking up from a bad dream it was all gone I was pure again from the inside out and all my baggage was gone. Then I looked up to see this man, He was no longer on the cross but was standing right in front of me. I saw Him for the first time this God I had never known. He put His arms around me and finally I felt the love and acceptance I always longed for and I never want to leave His arms again.

Who the son sets free is free indeed. No going back to Babylon now. Children of promise turn your eyes to Zion and keep on walking, your salvation draweth near.

to the faith of our fathers

I feel the waves crashing about me
I look up and see the stillness of the stars
Is it true that the light Im seeing is from the past
that it was pushed out by violent storms and heat?

I feel you in my trouble Jacob
Iv wrestled with you before
my father we're children marked from birth by our calling
travailing everyday to be born
is it true we're not so different me and you?
Im reaching up at the stars for you
Its the generations that keep me steady
When I look to the upward calling
I look up to the stars
and I see the past
Im a posterity
a child of your light
I look up and see your faces
now shinning in the firmament
every step I take is a prayer you prayed
out of joy, pain, death, and sorrow

Its the whisper of eternity that keeps drawing us to Him