paint the town

sometimes you have to stop your fight
though truth is always true
concede the ground and start again
for love to shine on through

so paint the town with black and coal
and be the light's defense
save us from your bitter souls
and pray again lament.

free

and all for love you died alone
darkened contrast thunder storm
all for those who were your own
breaking through to hearts of stone
conquering the hostile ones
glorified and risen free
lead to freeing me...

...oh how great is this salvation.

His

falling down
to worship them
gods of worldy love and gain

never thinking
of the one
whose life i've come to claim

the beauty fades
the gain grows dim
all earthly love forsakes

the broken bride
begins to cry
all she has loved has fled

return to me
the bridegroom cries
beloved whoring bride
i've loved you first
and in the world
and love you to the end

she runs along
the narrow road
to where he waits for her

she falls and lays
a broken one
as He calls out her name

but then he runs
to hold her close
and whisper of His love

and as her tears
fall on his feet
His light pervades her soul

return to me
the savior cries
beloved chosen bride
i've loved you first
and in the world
i love you to the end

open hands

take my future
take my plans
take my hopes
and to the wind
throw them so they're
scattered far
and break my heart
so i can be a
fervent useful
tool for thee
as one who has no
heart for aught
but what the Father
wills and as i
learn to wait on Him
all tears will gather
at His feet for
broken hearted penitence
is what i sought
and now must seek.

face me

under the mercy
under the grace
standing before
the throne and his face

feeling love like
none before and
falling in an
awe full place

giving up all
earthly love to
resurrect our
hearts for God and

learning new what
love we're called
to show

sometime

the lateness of the night
the rush of the caffeine
the automatic friends
debate philosophy

for in their little worlds
the lights roll on and on
and as they seek the truth
they're learning right from wrong

for two of them the night
holds answers to the day
and all the others fight
to know just what to say

for friends the night is young
while learning how to live
and carouseling coffee cups
are friends and enemies