Control ourselves to impress

We are all under duress

With all the empty words

We store in empty chest’s

We stay in our duress

Despite the wealth accrued

We live in our distress

Though many know the truth

They think themselves worthless

He has gone forward

In his goodness to restore

We are found in him

Blameless

Without sin

The Goodness of our Lord

Draw us in

Poor, broken and sore

Repentant, we step up

In reverence, we drink the cup

A city on a Hill

A cup to be filled

No one alone can both plant and till

We do not see unless we stand still

So let go to receive insight and dreams

Reveal the ripped seams, oh Blessed redeemed

It will hurt and you may wine and plead

But in the end there is nothing more freeing

HE TRIES TO KEEP US

we blur the lines

HE TRIES TO LEAD US

we waste the time

HE TRIES TO SEE US

we run and hide

HE TRIES TO FREE US

we believe the lies

Waves of mercy break

Upon the shores of the heartache age

Upon the grounds of cursing and rage

 

Waves of Grace wash

Over the posh and depraved

Over the words of the saved and enslaved

 

Waves of trust splash

On the backs that have felt the lash

On the faces of those soon to pass

 

Waves of Love blast

With the force of a renewed past

With the peace of a fishing net cast