Inspired by my Art Class reading

we're all just drowning

in this river of time

victims of time's shutter speed

cutting up our fleeting lives

we want the speed of modernity

but also to stay in a moment forever

we long to know the future

but love to hold pieces of the past

it's our hunger for eternity

that keeps us where we are

we all want to hold a piece of forever

these folds in the fabric of time

tightrope

we're walking such a tightrope

in our quest for the design

we be falling off the catwalk

for the fortyseventh time

there's a contrast in exposure

that our eyes can not discern

but we know we're drawing closer

when the forms become a blur

we see the face we long to love

the further ranging lord

the justice where we can't pretend

to have what we deserve

but it lets us in the kingdom

where we doubt our spotless clothes

and we're digging up the rags beneath

to show what orphans are

if we fully grasped these concepts 

we'd probably be dead

but we're feeling out the pathway

to that shaky light ahead.

safety?

and even in the darkness, your love was shining still

just our tunnel vision blinded eyes were falling through our will

love we fall love we fall

through the love and through it all

into arms that never fail

though the tunnel's miles deep

at the end we fall asleep

why does breathing come so hard
i lie awake let down my guard
infinity can blow my mind
i think i'll let it one more time

cause I see the beauty in the golden hours
in the smooth wet glass where the waves recede
and the laugh i hear when your voice comes near
makes me close my eyes in my always quest for
infinity

satisfaction still my qualms
fill my longing (and) kill the dark
steal my breath in the final hour
my heart has known you once before

when i saw the beauty in the golden hours
in the smooth wet glass where the waves recede
and the laugh i heard when your voice came near
made me close my eyes in this always quest for
infinity

satisfy

lord, teach me to be fully satisfied in you.

be my only be my all

free my heart to full adore

all you give and all you are

aren't we all just the outcasts the poor and the dying

the drugged out and beat down and dirty and crying

where do our hearts go whenever we stumble

we met the rich man but he was homeless like us

but he's here with a plan to get us out of this dust

his last veil tearing action was to know separation

that gap we never could overcome

to get to God all on our own.

he knew it all for us.

hi

what is it that we long for
is it beauty is it pain
is it something calling through the rain
is the aching in our hearts
just a meter for the storm
or is it where we feel the need, the further pointing form

why do we run and fascinate
with all the things that drain our hearts
to try and fill them up again
though seive-like holes are fully round

our beauty stems from being bride
to heaven's master and our lord
here below we strive for beauty just to
cover up the ugliness we all can sense inside
our aching for a satisfaction that
we'll only ever find in Christ

I wish that I "got" life. But Lord I just can't run from you.

trust him your soul for

he is faithful and good for

all we need 

he will supply

and if we were in charge

the world would not survive

but because not we but he

the light is still ashine.

broken heart

one of the worst things about sin

is it keeps us all from loving

people

baCK

sometimes there is just no way in the world or hell or heaven
that i am brave enough to tell the truth.

"what can we give when we're all ripped up inside"
i wrote that but if i gave it up to all the world
what would be left of me?
and who would understand my pleading
though i know it all inside
it rips and shreds the core.
i may be ripped but i am also whole.
but though i'm whole i can be ripped.

ha'shir shel mi

there are days when the world seems to fall apart
when we lose sight of christ though he holds our hearts
and our sin takes hold and we fall so hard
and though we repent we listen to our hearts as they tell us "you've fallen too far"

but we were never any better in and of ourselves
we were always fallen blind and hopeless lost and dead
but you came and you sought and you saved our souls
and your love draws us near when we've run so far
so we come to you now falling on our knees
so forgive us
and thank you lord

Lord I want to be here swimming in your sea
in your pleasure so deep that my heart is free
and I know your arms are my deepest rest
and in you I hide when my fears overwhelm and I doubt if your love covers me

but we were never any stronger in and of ourselves
we were always fallen blind and helpless lost and dead
but you came and you sought and you saved our souls
and your love draws us near when we've run so far
so we come to you now falling on our knees
so forgive us
and thank you lord

true

there is hope
because
[but god]
is greater than my heart

written in church at Easter (rhymes a lot)

We own our guilt and face the cross

and as we give up all we've lost

the Saviour stands on calvary

and pours His blood, all pure and free

to bring redemption, lived and died

buried deep, now glorified

the Resurrection broke our curse 

and through that hope we have new birth

where is it all going

the world's so full of 

people breaking hurting 

crying needing faking

when i feel it overwhelming

nothing in me can i bring to

heal or fix or love or something

what can we give when we're all ripped up inside

only jesus heals those tears and scars

and brings us through and shows us who we are

weight of glory

ever to the cross i turn
after falling times again
for it's there i see true love
and all i could desire
these things i chase forsake again
my earthly loves and fleeting sins
always leave me broken down
and empty all my strivings

   yet at the cross
   i've been brought near
   a wand'ring child
   who loved the world
    but though far off
    you've loved me still
    and all your death
    you died for me
    and on the cross
    you gave it all

everything you were it cost
the consummation of the world
all your glory cast aside
to save a wretch like me

[the cost of the cross was Christ, all he owned and giving it up,
to own the death we all deserved
and being cut off from eternal love and fellowship
that was all His right and forfeiting His claim to His glory.
He knew the cost and gladly paid it
loving us and knowing the weight
of glory that was invested in this plan.
Our right response is to give our lives because
they are nothing in compare
with what He gave up
(even if His was only a temporary suspension)]

{The weight of our sin and the Weight of His glory}
  [our sin drags us down, but we can exchange it for His glory which will lift us up]

scribble during a sermon

God's glory is inextricably tied

to His inherent worthiness and 

His righteousness, Justification

is wrapped up in God's glory

because in our salvation God

credits to us (who have no glory of our own)

a righteousness we never had,

the righteousness of Christ

and the righteousness of

Christ is a glorious thing,

reflecting the Father's glory,

so where there was nothing

worthy, whole, or beautiful,

Christ sets up His throne 

and supplies that all that lacked

and exhibits the glory

by showing His righteousness

through a plan that

 fulfills justice and mercy

and love and wrath

our righteousness is not

our own

but our salvation becomes

a showcase of the glorious

righteousness of

God.

infinite.

windfall of grace

face to face with the cold

i stand on the edge

still awaiting the storm

all the breakers are rolling

and crashing around

i'm on the edge

of the last solid ground

about to fall 

but holding on

spread my arms against the wind

and sing my love to all the fray

and know this infinite place.