Taste the sky, see new stars
Drop your hardwired heart and mind at the door, prepare yourself for the flames spoken towards you, about you
Look beyond the nebulas, know you're in Eternity's hands
Hold and behold
Let the languages of nothingness dissolve as you discover Secret's whisperings tell your life story like you've never dreamt of before
Put on the moon, dress in the sun rays that will so easily delay all other passing aways, such infamous costumes cannot touch you my beloved
Enter your reign and get done with the games
An intertwined birth right given to us by the One from which redemptive blood flows out to deliver
Fly beyond the lies, you never did settle
Truth knew and was waiting for you to be still
Now, go without regret of full abandonment for surely there cannot be a light that misses being diminished, a sound wanting to be cut off from our ears, it is at the great separative mystery where all will see that division lived in all roots, growing to display the difference between tale and reality, revealing the frozen hearts and the hearts branded by glorious fire
Having the Son as our warmth, we will never look back
With new identities we run this race with grace given freely by the King who abolished death forevermore
All in Him will be brought to a different seat of judgement, beholding His light in all His shining beauty, in a fear brought by awe rather than shame
Because of this freedom we sing and dance now
Because there is a Day we will enter into and be permanently Home
So we breathe and we fight through the Spirit, knowing that we are made fully alive by wanting Him to show His face now, rather than losing patience, we wait with joy for His promise to be fulfilled
You are either waiting or vainly living, fighting or blindly going
Listening to earth sing for thee Return or completely deaf to it
Surely there is only One with us, whether Risen or ashes to you, He is returning soon

we seek to observe yet long to be sought
tell me how does this and the grand mystery interlock?
tell me of that one great story of how the author is in constant pursue of his novel characters
tell me of that Artist that loves to create and make with the whole intention of knowing His painting fully.
the story of the Giver who majestically pursues without ending..

torn streets
tired hands
come and drink from this cup
they've said it contains eternal life
and i don't know about you
but everything speaks of Him
who gave true freedom
and is now giving it
one must believe and stop over thinking
and conforming
not everything we see now will last
and there's still a hope in the air
stay attentive, if you listen
you can hear the songs
they're in the clouds and they fall like the rain upon my skin
this truth lives inside any who rejects the grand lie
that they are their own
look here, rest and look up,
the Creator gives purpose and i am not convinced that we have realized this, i still feel that we have not experienced the grand Reality,
consisting of His glory.

it's in the clouds
the color of your eyes contains it as well
your smile has a story that i desire to learn
even if you don't believe it, you're here for so much more
and it's not for the temporary but
simply to practice the reality which is eternal
this is a mere shadow, escape it and you'll see there's so much more
you obtain much passion but your heart is weary
sleep in the hands of our Creator and live for today and forever more
we aren't that different from the roses, yes if you pay close attention,
even now we wait for someone to pick us without knowing that we've been planted with such care to create and share life
like this gift of simply living through the power of He who brings us water and light.

we are like the mighty wind that stands before us tonight so embrace it while you can, hug the lightning, make the rain your friend
and you'll see that the sun will shine brighter than ever before.