lifesong
Everyone needs compassion
Love that's never failing
Let mercy fall on me
Everyone needs forgiveness
The kindness of a Saviour
The hope of nations
Saviour, He can move the mountains
My God is mighty to save
He is mighty to save
Forever author of salvation
He rose and conquered the grave
Jesus conquered the grave
So take me as you find me
All my fears and failures
Fill my life again
I give my life to follow
Everything I believe in
Now I surrender
Shine your light in
Let the whole world see
We're singing, for the glory
Of the risen King
Jesus, Shine your light in
Let the whole world see
We're singing for the glory
Of the risen king
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
-10:24 am
... continued from
here The Father's heart, wrought with pain
Feeling every single shuddering sob
Which escaped from within her and felt
The wet of her tears, His tears on His cheeks
"Why won't You come to me, my child?"
He asked, longing so much to hold her in
His arms which ached with grief from seeing
Her torture herself with stubborn ideals.
"So many times I have knocked at your door
Asking to be let into the room of your heart
But each time you shut the door in my face
Sometimes acting deaf in pretense and denial."
"I love you so much, to have given my only son
In exchange for your life. Even if you were
The only human left on earth, He would
Still have died for you, for you and only you."
"Don't do this to yourself, you're hurting me too
You know I'm always here, but yet you're
Drawing stiff, invisible walls around yourself,
Trying to shut out the pain, and my love too."
What she knew, He knew for the longest time
What she didn't know, He also knew.
Words were not needed, the clarity of silence
Spoke more than what was seen or heard.
He knew her bitterness, eating away
At a once pure and loving spirit, leaving
Nothing more than a skeleton of abandoned
Dreams left to die and fade into oblivion.
Beneath the facade, she struggled, wrestling with God
Like a desperate Jacob in the barren desert of trials
Hurricanes raged and ice storms wildly ravaged
Her consciousness, conflicts festering in avoidance.
Her questioning eyes, the frightened stare,
Betrayed her of her deepest feelings and fear
As uncertainty crashed like the pounding waves
On the rocky headland of her heart and soul.
There you go Sandra dear. I'm always replying at odd times so it seems as though I'm play truant. But don't worry, it's just that I have free blocks in between my lessons. This poem is starting to be littered with monologues, but I don't think I can ever reproduce the very loving words of God, nor can any man for that matter. Is it just me or is it getting kind of dark and depressing? I bet only The Hours can still look good with depression pervading the whole movie. Reckon it's time for a little change in the mood/ atmosphere? Add a little emotional stimulation if you will. The graph charting the mood should be fluctuating or at least have a constant acceleration, not stagnant (:
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