I don't want this moment to ever end,
Where everything's nothing without you.
I'd wait here forever just to, to see you smile,
'Cause it's true, I am nothing without you.
Through it all, I've made my mistakes.
I stumble and fall, but I mean these words.
I want you to know,
With everything I won't let this go.
These words are my heart and soul.
I'll hold on to this moment, you know,
As I bleed my heart out to show,
And I won't let go.
Thoughts read, unspoken, forever in vow,
And pieces of memories fall to the ground.
I know what I didn't have, so I won't let this go,
'Cause it's true, I am nothing without you.
All the streets, where I walked alone,
With nowhere to go, have come to an end.
I want you to know,
With everything I won't let this go.
These words are my heart and soul.
I'll hold on to this moment, you know,
As I bleed my heart out to show,
And I won't let go.
In front of your eyes, it falls from the skies,
When you don't know what you're looking to find.
In front of your eyes, it falls from the skies,
When you just never know what you will find.
I don't want this moment to ever end,
Where everything's nothing without you.
I want you to know,
With everything I won't let this go.
These words are my heart and soul.
I'll hold on to this moment, you know,
As I bleed my heart out to show,
And I won't let go.
I want you to know,
With everything I won't let this go.
These words are my heart and soul.
I'll hold on to this moment, you know,
As I bleed my heart out to show,
And I won't let go.
04 March 2012
01 March 2012
Everything - Lifehouse
Find me here,
And speak to me.
I want to feel you,
I need to hear you.
You are the light,
That's leading me,
To the place,
Where I find peace again.
You are the strength,
That keeps me walking.
You are the hope,
That keeps me trusting.
You are the light,
To my soul.
You are my purpose,
You're everything.
How can I stand here with you,
And not be moved by you?
Would you tell me,
How could it be,
Any better than this?
You calm the storms,
And you give me rest.
You hold me in your hands,
You won't let me fall.
You steal my heart,
And you take my breath away.
Would you take me in,
Take me deeper now.
And how can I stand here with you,
And not be moved by you?
Would you tell me,
How could it be,
Any better than this?...
Cause you're all I want,
You're all I need,
You're everything, everything.....
And how can I stand here with you,
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me,
How could it be,
Any better than this?...
Would you tell me,
How could it be,
Any better than this...
Yes. Amen and Amen.
Love:)
R
And speak to me.
I want to feel you,
I need to hear you.
You are the light,
That's leading me,
To the place,
Where I find peace again.
You are the strength,
That keeps me walking.
You are the hope,
That keeps me trusting.
You are the light,
To my soul.
You are my purpose,
You're everything.
How can I stand here with you,
And not be moved by you?
Would you tell me,
How could it be,
Any better than this?
You calm the storms,
And you give me rest.
You hold me in your hands,
You won't let me fall.
You steal my heart,
And you take my breath away.
Would you take me in,
Take me deeper now.
And how can I stand here with you,
And not be moved by you?
Would you tell me,
How could it be,
Any better than this?...
Cause you're all I want,
You're all I need,
You're everything, everything.....
And how can I stand here with you,
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me,
How could it be,
Any better than this?...
Would you tell me,
How could it be,
Any better than this...
Yes. Amen and Amen.
Love:)
R
29 February 2012
Color
When everything is all grey shadow,
When even the blacks and the whites spin into the blurry grey.
I have found that it is not great trial or great gladness that threaten to destroy me.
It is the in between.
I go mad in the in between.
It's when nothing seems to matter.
But I can't let that happen.
Because it does matter!
Life must be lived in the moment, in thanks for each one.
It is color.
Streaks of crimson blood bringing the white in my life.
Washing the thousand new stains.
The deepest blues of the heavens hung with stars.
The green of the newly alive flowers.
Purple robes of a King.
Maybe this Lent.........
Maybe it's to remind us that here in the in between of life,
between the dust that we were formed from,
and the beginning of new life in the presence of the Master of the Universe,
we need to fast.
Because when you don't have something,
it becomes far more valuable.
And I think that when it is all grey,
the color becomes the most intense.
So I'm living my life in thanks for the color.
In thanks for that I don't have.
For what I can see,
and for that I can't.
In humble gratefulness to Him.
The Father.
The Son.
The Holy Spirit.
Amen.
Love:)
R
When even the blacks and the whites spin into the blurry grey.
I have found that it is not great trial or great gladness that threaten to destroy me.
It is the in between.
I go mad in the in between.
It's when nothing seems to matter.
But I can't let that happen.
Because it does matter!
Life must be lived in the moment, in thanks for each one.
It is color.
Streaks of crimson blood bringing the white in my life.
Washing the thousand new stains.
The deepest blues of the heavens hung with stars.
The green of the newly alive flowers.
Purple robes of a King.
Maybe this Lent.........
Maybe it's to remind us that here in the in between of life,
between the dust that we were formed from,
and the beginning of new life in the presence of the Master of the Universe,
we need to fast.
Because when you don't have something,
it becomes far more valuable.
And I think that when it is all grey,
the color becomes the most intense.
So I'm living my life in thanks for the color.
In thanks for that I don't have.
For what I can see,
and for that I can't.
In humble gratefulness to Him.
The Father.
The Son.
The Holy Spirit.
Amen.
Love:)
R
27 February 2012
Please be my strength- Gungor
I’ve tried to understand
but I can’t seem to find my way
like water on the sand
or grasping at the wind
I keep on falling short
please be my strength
please be my strenth
I don’t have anymore
I don’t have anymore
I’m looking for a place
that I can plant my faith
one thing I know for sure
I cannot create it
I cannot sustain it
It’s Your love that’s keeping me
please be my strength
please be my strenth
I don’t have anymore
I don’t have anymore
At my final breath
I hope that I can say
I’ve fought the good fight of faith
I pray your glory shines
through this doubting heart of mine
so my world would know that You
You are my strength
You are my strength
You and You alone
You and You alone
Keep bringin me back home
26 February 2012
My purpose remains
Your will above all else
My purpose remains
The art of losing myself
In bringing you praise
My purpose remains
The art of losing myself
In bringing you praise
22 February 2012
Isaiah 53: 4,5
Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
It's haunting, and lovely, and from one of the greatest pieces of music ever.
It's haunting, and lovely, and from one of the greatest pieces of music ever.
We Like Sheep
Surely he has borne our griefs
and carried our sorrows;
yet we esteemed him stricken,
smitten by God, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our transgressions;
he was crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace,
and with his wounds we are healed.
All we like sheep have gone astray;
we have turned—every one—to his own way;
and the Lord has laid on him
the iniquity of us all.
and carried our sorrows;
yet we esteemed him stricken,
smitten by God, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our transgressions;
he was crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace,
and with his wounds we are healed.
All we like sheep have gone astray;
we have turned—every one—to his own way;
and the Lord has laid on him
the iniquity of us all.
He was oppressed, and he was afflicted,
yet he opened not his mouth;
like a lamb that is led to the slaughter,
and like a sheep that before its shearers is silent,
so he opened not his mouth.
By oppression and judgment he was taken away;
and as for his generation, who considered
that he was cut off out of the land of the living,
stricken for the transgression of my people?
And they made his grave with the wicked
and with a rich man in his death,
although he had done no violence,
and there was no deceit in his mouth.
yet he opened not his mouth;
like a lamb that is led to the slaughter,
and like a sheep that before its shearers is silent,
so he opened not his mouth.
By oppression and judgment he was taken away;
and as for his generation, who considered
that he was cut off out of the land of the living,
stricken for the transgression of my people?
And they made his grave with the wicked
and with a rich man in his death,
although he had done no violence,
and there was no deceit in his mouth.
Yet it was the will of the Lord to crush him;
he has put him to grief;
when his soul makes an offering for guilt,
he shall see his offspring; he shall prolong his days;
the will of the Lord shall prosper in his hand.
he has put him to grief;
when his soul makes an offering for guilt,
he shall see his offspring; he shall prolong his days;
the will of the Lord shall prosper in his hand.
Out of the anguish of his soul he shall see and be satisfied;
by his knowledge shall the righteous one, my servant,
make many to be accounted righteous,
and he shall bear their iniquities.
Therefore I will divide him a portion with the many,
by his knowledge shall the righteous one, my servant,
make many to be accounted righteous,
and he shall bear their iniquities.
Therefore I will divide him a portion with the many,
and he shall divide the spoil with the strong
because he poured out his soul to death
and was numbered with the transgressors;
yet he bore the sin of many,
and makes intercession for the transgressors
and was numbered with the transgressors;
yet he bore the sin of many,
and makes intercession for the transgressors
(Isaiah 53: 4-12)
It's Ash Wednesday. We begin today the 40 days of remembrance.
For my sins God died.
I write that-
and it tears at me.
Oh, God, why?
Not because I was worthy-
all these filthy sins.
But for Love.
To make intercession for the transgressors.
the transgressors- me, chief.
This, I think is what Lent is-
A time to see our darkest of sins in the bold light of extravagant grace.
Love:)
r
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