Torn in soul
This fire burns hotter than coal
A decision I must make
Lord guid the steps I have to take

Oh rejoice my soul
Sing praise to the one who brought you into his fold
Oh be now bold
Sing again the gospel story you were told

They say a picture is worth a thousand words
But with a single word I can paint on the canvas of your imagination a vivid picture that a painter could never compose

When your head left my shoulder
The light left my heart
I felt colder
this is what its like when we’re apart
As I get older
I realize with a start
That to leave you just tears me apart

Oh sing to the Lord of his gracious mercies that he has bestowed on us! Life and salvation from his holy! Where there grater sinners than us? Are there rebels so evil as  I that would rebel against a King who did give them life and sustains every minute of there wretched existence! He did offer time and again peace and new spiritual life and yet this wretch refused his gracious hand. But in his might he did beat down my defenses of pride and self worship he crushed my self righteous and made me watch as he demonstrated my frailty and utter lack of control. Then with no choice of my own he bent my neck and I worshiped my God! He again extended his scepter of mercy and by his opening of my eyes I saw my wickedness! My evil was laid before me and I worshiped! Then he did pick me up from the ashes of my depravity and with his Spirit in me I repeated of all my wicked ways and walk in the footsteps of his precious Son my God and my Lord! Oh sing Oh sing! How shall my lips ever cease to utter his praises and extol the Lord of my Salvation!? Thank you my Lord my God for humbling I who was the pinnacle of pride and depravity! Oh fellow saints worship the one who has made us alive in his righteousness! Let us now live as he did for the sole purpose of bringing glory to God our Father! Let us love as he did the church and did humble himself to a life of poverty, shame, servitude so that he might die the cursed death of crucifixion and bear her sins and punishment! Let us pray as he did for our Fathers will to be established forever! All glory be to Him!

Oh how wicked is my sin bent heart
Daily should it be struck through with a dart
For when it is not crucified it does dart
To the sin, for which my savior was pierced through the heart!

Oh let me not be so fickle my Lord
Let me ever stumble backward
For yet a little slumber I can not afford
Else my poverty shall be the reward

Let it not be I who blasphemy’s by doing that which my Savior
did died for
You have given me a way therefore
help me walk by the strength which is yours
Oh this prayer do not ignore!

So, let I pray thee, your servant never slumber
Let me not rest from good labor
Rather provoke me, as a good father to your work evermore
If weary I shall rest in thee

Every day help me put to death the pride that be sets me
It is I who doth fight against my self!
I surrender it to you my farther!
Give the victory as you have promised

Not for my glory!
For I know it is not on my own that I even have this desire
But so others might see your glory reflected in this shattered mirror!
Then they shall glorify you!
And all magnification shall be yours!

Oh my God so let it be!

Should I suggest a dance
Would you let me have the chance?

Should I give you my shoulder
would you snuggle closer?

Should I advance
Would you except the romance?

But not yet for the time is not right
But not yet for my sight is not right
But if I said not yet would you sit tight?
For the thing I want most is to kiss you good night

But I can not say this for you might fall for me
And I don’t want to lead you on
But don’t leave yet… at least till dawn
For I long for this to be
But the end I can not see

So again my words fall short
and so again the mission I abort