when I'm looking for a shield, praise
waiting to be healed, praise
searching, truth concealed, praise
when I'm in an open field, praise
freezing, blood congealed, praise
fainting, test revealed, praise
Then suddenly answers hit my soul like lightning
As I surrender the cause, lift my eyes, stop fighting
when everything's alright, praise
laughing, heart is light, praise
all answers in sight, praise
when succeeding knows no height, praise
feasting in delight, praise
resting, life so bright, praise
Man this was a time to unreason reason,
and this is a song for every call and every season,
When you're praising and praying to a God like Jehovah
You need to stop chasing time and see reality is over.
Showing posts with label seasons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label seasons. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Waiting to be Heard
There was a sound, a war cry about to go out--
one that all the people were gathered around with icy fingers to hear.
The promise of a life, and full suit,
The bits and pieces had been arranged.
And whispers year by year, the name...
of the one they feared.
Locked out;
And the walls are too high!
Who will let us in...
Driven out;
and our clothes too thin--
the base too deep,
the times too hard.
And they're waiting.
They're waiting within.
With warm feet, chords...and winning.
'Till He steps in.
This cry was waiting to be heard--
existed before fight and word.
And here with blistered fingers, tired feet and moans,
We've begun to turn and topple stones.
Crazy, hungry eyes, determined.
Every battlement is learning He is the Lord.
(Based on Isaiah 42: 13)
Jehovah as a mighty one goeth forth. As a man of war He stirreth up zeal, He crieth, yea, He shrieketh, Against His enemies He showeth Himself mighty. (Youngs Literal Translation)
one that all the people were gathered around with icy fingers to hear.
The promise of a life, and full suit,
The bits and pieces had been arranged.
And whispers year by year, the name...
of the one they feared.
Locked out;
And the walls are too high!
Who will let us in...
Driven out;
and our clothes too thin--
the base too deep,
the times too hard.
And they're waiting.
They're waiting within.
With warm feet, chords...and winning.
'Till He steps in.
This cry was waiting to be heard--
existed before fight and word.
And here with blistered fingers, tired feet and moans,
We've begun to turn and topple stones.
Crazy, hungry eyes, determined.
Every battlement is learning He is the Lord.
(Based on Isaiah 42: 13)
Jehovah as a mighty one goeth forth. As a man of war He stirreth up zeal, He crieth, yea, He shrieketh, Against His enemies He showeth Himself mighty. (Youngs Literal Translation)
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