(sung to Zach Williams song CHAINBREAKER)

Is there a void of heart you just can't fill?
Do you push the same 'ol weight
up that same ol' hill?
Do you find you cannot change
by your own will?

Well. Christ the Lord of lords
AND HE'S RISEN STILL!

HE'S THE ONLY ONE
WHO'LL STOP THE RAIN

BY HIS BLEEDING STRIPES
HE'LL TAKE YOUR PAIN

HE TOOK THE WEIGHT OF SIN
YOU'LL HAVE NO STRAIN

WASHED AS WHITE AS SNOW
YOU'LL HAVE NO STAIN

HE WALKED THE EARTH BACK THEN
AND HE'LL COME AGAIN

KING OF KINGS, LORD OF LORDS
AND HE STILL REIGNS!


Do you find there are roads ahead
you just can't see?
People fall away, and don't agree?
Your "mighty" ship breaks from port to lee?

Jesus calms the storm...
He'll make you FREE!*

CHORUS


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/18/2017

O come sweet Jesus Christ come,
You are the source of our bliss and happimesd
You are the path to peace and protection
the mighty deliverer and strength in times of our troubled day
The living water that quenches our yearning and taste
,the door that leads to perfect rest,
O come sweet Jesus come

O come sweet Jesus Come
Come and heal our wounds,
come take away our infirmities
,Come calm the raging storms in our lives
O come sweet Jesus come

Igho Odiete©
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O Lord, Abba Father,
Forsake me not,
Hear my anguished cry!
How long will i wait?
Before You...
See the crater
      That is my heart?
Feel its jagged
       edged agony?
Taste the bitter bile?

Engulfed in depression,
Drenched in
     the Gulf of Grief,
I stare at the
     Abyss of Hopelessness,
Contemplating
    a Chasm of Sorrow
              too wide to cross.
My sleeplessness witnesses
      Moonless nights,
          Starless skies.
Scorching morns,
        Rainless noons,
              Song less days.

Deafened by the clamour,
Prayers and Praise
     elude me,
Silhouettes of Hope
      seem distant.
Soothe away
      my heart scars,
Seal my bleeding wounds
Send away this void!
Fill me with the
Balm of Your Grace,
Kiss of Your Mercy,
Gift of Your Peace,
Ecstasy of
       Your Presence!
Touch me!
Heal me!
Make me whole!

Is this the last time I have to show you I love you?
Could this be my final chance
to look into your face and show you grace?
If it were thus...
wouldn't I want my parting words to be,
"You are a 9,  and not a 3."
If this were my last opportunity to hold your hand,
wouldn't I want to hold it tender and long?

Finite.
The opportunities we have
to love...
to bless...
to forgive...
are finite.

Oh, may I love now,
and not when the hour is late.
And death closes in
to seal our fate.

Man is but a breath.
Our life---
but a whisper in time.

May I seize every opportunity,
every moment,
To stop.
To slow down.
To listen.
To love.
As if it were the last time.

To the herdsman counting his flock in the moonlight
The plowman repairing his tractor by lantern- light
The wood splitter , the fence builder , framer and rail tender
Architects of frozen December morns
Unsung engineers , freight worker and brakemen
'Twould be a privilege indeed to sup cold beer with the countries heroes , privy to stories of hardship and raw weather days endured by these American patriots
Iron tooled with steel , the churning grist mill , diesel engine roar ,
black earth turned anew , billowing steam settled over valley floors
Masters of metal , brake and die , machine and anvil
The crack of the peen long before sunrise
'Tis the bailiwick of farmer and tradesman* ..