To see You in victory
Regardless of my brokenness,
For You are my one thing.

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War is a good language;
For in every war, there's always a victory --
A victory in a Name that's above all other names.

The Name who's good at defending,
Who's good at perfecting,
In drawing closer those hearts that are calling for help.
Those who plead and trust only Him.

The strengthening of the Lord covers all ages,
It's a transformation from inside out
And it's through the breath of life.

We listen to His voice like lullabies in our ears.
We need not pretend that we are strong by ourselves,
To stop taking the first steps
But instead, allow Him to take us to His ways.

When John saw the revealed Jesus;
He no longer is the wounded One,
But He is seen as the resurrected One.

Maybe we've been trying out too many schemes
And our strategies always lead us to an end --
The dead-end of our lives.

But tonight, God wants to remind you
That your ending is the new beginning
And that Jesus already died for you and me.

His death became the beginning
Of exchanging meaning of what "victory" is all about.
A beginning that sprouts like a new leaf;
A beginning living in His testimony.

He says, "Come up here and see."
See it for yourself;
Because the Lord already prepared a banquet.

Jesus has the invitation to see Him,
To experience His salvation, His blessings
And so we can be filled with wonders and awe once again.
God is just waiting.

The sound of the rain becomes one with my thoughts.
And now, I dance with the melody of my soul that was once lost.
I can hear the echoes of my past,
Beating what’s inside me,
Trying to battle the hope that is burning in my spirit.

Sometimes it still murmurs the pain of losing —
Reminding me the intensity of its debris
That still lingers in the shadows behind me.
But I was not the same me like the old, old days.
Maybe he doesn’t know that he too, has weaknesses
To ponder about and to transfer his energy instead.

As I shutter the light in me,
I come across in the interior of my own “building.”
The facade that I tried to replace with aesthetics
Cannot be compared to what will last in the near future.
And I know, it’s so soon.

The clouds may still hide the glory that is to come,
And yet the hopeful ones are ready
To be harvested like the flowers on the lawn.
The diverse scenario of picking flowers,
Of watching the sunrise again..
I do hope that everyone understands the depth
Of what it really means to “rise from the dead.”

If only we could feel the power that runs in His blood,
Maybe we’ll all get access to the vision He has left us with.
But that power that raised Him from the dead
Is also the power that is in you and me
To conquer the battles with our daily bread.

Today, we shiver with the taste of life,
And I always push myself to have better ears than bitter tears.
I know that one day, we’ll come to the best ending of our lives.
But on that day, I hope we are one in spirit and truth.
For only the truth will last forever.

I hope we don’t mind if our standards of “truth”
May come into halt..
And that’s to bring out the best version of us,
To the better you and me!
‘Til we meet again!