I sometimes think I imagine
I have a small taste of Christ
to wait in faith
to be eager for the wedding
but to have a bride, unsure
she is unsure it will not happen
but I have faith that it will.
My Father in Heaven has said it
to be so eager
and to still be me
for that is all I can be
His blood is on the mercy seat
a sacred act never to repeat
a sacred act, to me complete
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A holy act never to repeat
sacrifice made for you and for me
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His blood is on the mercy seat
a fuller act unable to compete
are those who try but are less worthy,
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His blood is willing, he lives in me,
his blood covers me
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his blood is on the mercy seatÂ
a Fuller act, that cannot be beat.
Full and complete, the whole promise is kept
our distance from him can now be swept aside.
to be with people to know your name
to know your problems to understand the game,
this takes
such
bandwidth
so much of my brain
I don’t know how to juggle it
and yet remain the same.
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I lean on You My God.
You are my strength and shield
You will hold me up in Your right hand
and with You, I refuse to yield.
alone I crumble,
I fold in two
with You I am victorious
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though, I really don’t know what to do.
I recognize your faces
I am learning your names
I somewhat remember your coffee order
but I’m terrible at the games of cat and mouse and hello how are you?
to socialize and small talk
to laugh and joke and be friendly.
By myself, It makes me want to choke
But I am not alone, for I have You
for support
developing strength in weakness
that Your glory will shine forth.
You are what fills me up. You fill my cup to overflowing.
You fill my gas tank. You fill my engine and rev me to the red line.
You trick me out. You give me gadgets beyond my understanding.
You let me fiddle, and play, and
teach me how to use them.
You direct their use
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You fill me up. I empty myself every day
to spread Your Spirit
to spread You and
shine You to others.
You fill me up
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You fill me to the brim, overflowing
You are my gas, my fuel, my engine
You are my oil, the source of of what I shine
my fuel
You fill me up every day
I spread what you give and
You only give more.
More to give
more to spread. There is only more
You fill me up
They clink and rattle
they pull and strain
the heat to melt them burns my skin, It seems
I shake and scream
I know they dissolve
there are more there than I thought
they’ve wrapped me tight
Yet they break
they will not hold me forever.
I am bought with the blood of the Lamb.
I am covered
the blood soaks through
me and the chains
the binding dissolves
repeated sin strengthens them
my strength alone strengthens them
Rely on the blood
rely on His strength
rely on the blood of the Lamb
rely on that strength
Good news.
There is more than this life.
There’s more than just the flesh.
And the ones who made it all
flesh, and spirit, and everything,
pay for every mistake
that we ever did, or could make.
Those mistakes separate us from Him
and He paid for them.
He covered our bill.
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The One who created all good things,
wants to give us better things
If we want to be with Him,
though being with Him is the best.
The doorway through which we enter
is His Son.
This is the good news.
Purpose alights upon my ship
it lands to lead me thus:
to follow Christ wherever He goes.
and I will trust him thus:
with my life and all I think I own
even beyond my last breath.
Though He kill me, yet I will trust Him
and offer my defense
I cannot out clever
its Creator
I cannot out craft
the Craftiest Maker
I cannot be more clever
than cleverness’s Maker. There are no shortcuts to the Way
Follow the path.
Follow the path.
Follow the path.
The way is the Truth and the Life
He is the only door
Jesus Christ
I paid for the privilege of feeling like meat
and you choose to cast away what we might have.
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I paid for the privilege of feeling elevated to meat,
I leave it behind for the possibility of you, and you
refuse it.
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I have another who’ll not reject me,
another who’s pursued me forever
He’ll take what I give and then demand more besides.
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To serve Him is a privilege I’ll always abide
To seek Him, His face, He’s been with me every moment.
He’ll not reject me, He’ll not leave me.
He already paid.
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I paid real money for the privilege of feeling like meat,
But He paid for me,
He paid the cost of all of me.
He paid the price for everything I could ever be
and more.
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It’s a privilege shared by all, but many refuse to call.
He respects my choices,
That’s part of the point.
I’d rather be chosen then left.
God of the grieving, God of loss
God of comfort, God a moss
God of community, God of it all: too much to name any human lifetime
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God of all prey, God of the hunt
God of the fisherman
God of the farmer
God of the rain and God of the hailstorm
God of the waves and God of the depths
God of the heights. God of the mountain peaks.
God of the cold and God of the heat.
Martin Write 