Why do we glory
in the death of
a Saviour?

Did He die
so we could live in vain?
Did He die
for our gain?

Why give Your life
for theirs
When they still
live in the transgressions
that You payed for,
the very same sins
that killed You?

Why glory upon
the death of
the Saviour?
Was His sacrifice
for nothing?

Why do we slave over
the image of
a dead Man on
that tree?

Why do we have to
offer sacrifices
at the altar,
when One sacrifice is
all it needs?

Why do we glory
upon the death
of the Saviour?

Shouldn't it remind us
of the glory
of dying to ourselves
so we could live?

Hasn't He resurrected?
If He still lives
why treat Him
like a dead man?

Remember then
when He comes again
and when we
tremble upon
not the death but
the life
of a righteous
Judge.

Repent.
Do not glory
in your sins.
Don't be complacent
just because a price was paid;
there is more you need to sacrifice
for the sake of your soul.

Why glory
in the death of
the Saviour?
No, instead
watch the glory
of the living God.

A carpenter was given task;
nobody thought it could be done. 
A bridge that spanned eternity 
was priority number one. 

This carpenter, he had no tools;
materials he had so few.
Yet without doubt he set to work- 
he knew just what he had to do. 

With two great beams of solid wood, 
fastened in a criss-cross fashion,
and three old nails, wrought of iron,
completed his fateful mission. 

He had worked with a crew of twelve, 
but in the end, he toiled as one. 
Regardless, he had kept the course,
and labored til the bridge was done.. 

He never had union backing, 
and was never properly paid. 
Where other workers would have quit, 
this carpenter would not be swayed. 

Now, in the end, his blood and sweat, 
the bridge's strong foundation made. 
The final sacrifice of  life 
made sure its timeless glory stayed.

There is no toll to cross this bridge; 
the price was paid in blessed blood. 
Who'd have thought a bridge to heaven 
could be made from a cross of wood?

it’s not the same as your usual friday night. it never was. honestly i kept wishing that i could have that sort of connection, that sort of relation with someone like that. people said pray, He’ll hear; ****, I wish He was a Woman instead of some Man that I’ve got to refer to. Should’ve kneeled down with meaning on the benches back in ’05 and should’ve listened to them when they said pray. ****, I wish It would’ve helped me when I thought I needed help; I can never be sure of what qualifies for Him for me to get some sort of attention. ****, when will I see it? can i see it? can i believe in something i don’t feel? kneel down and pray kneel down and pray kneel down and pray will i see you knee l down and pray at nighttime when everyone but you and him are asleep and whisper slowly to yourself maybe you’ll make yourself believe that you believe maybe these placebo words will fulfill it enough for one night and maybe you’ll believe that you believe .

There hangs the moon
Orchestrating the position of the dazzling stars
by the power of the sun shining through it
providing hope for men
so that one day
he too can orchestrate others
using the light of the son shining through him

We bow, and twine our hands to worship that

Which perches in the steeple high above

And pour our sins into a troubled vat

That turns all violent thoughts to vicious love

Unfurling wings that scarcely make a sound

Abyss bound savior filled with heaven’s grace

Our mortal visions cease, it hits the ground

And murmured voices fade without a trace

Our innocence betrayed we dare to claim

That humans still deserve the gods that shine

Charred remnants of our avarice the same

As shadows used by that we thought divine

We bow repentant at its feet and pray

The angel spills our holy blood today

For so long the Devil played the strings on my heart
I was a puppet in his hands, feeling this and feeling that
But Christ cut the strings; he replaced the hooks with a heart of flesh

Though still I feel the emotions, I go through the motions
They controlled me for so long, they pulled me along
Like a top, spinning and spinning; now free but it goes through the motions

My heart is free, but resides at pride and hate
My hands are free, and do the devil’s handiwork
My mind is free, but on Christ it does not dwell

Inertia lasts so long; then it’s done and gone
Someday it will be foregone: just hold on!

Little by little, I realize the puppet is free
The sins of my past are no longer steadfast
Spinning and dizzy still, I venture only step by step – but soon I walk freely

My heart is weak and failing, but soon all renewed
My hands are trembling, but reach to embrace the Savior
My mind forgets my sin, and clings to the old rugged cross

For so long, I fought to undo what had been done
Though I was glorified, the shadows of my stains made me tremble
As the spinning stops, so my heart; my sin is finished and I’m made like the savior

This sacrifice for a dream
Screams thoughts of what I must cast
                    into the sea

       My heart is lost of love
But vengeance
             Hate
      And anger
              
        I see the moon
                                      Not the sun
           walk a dark path
   With an admiration for my shadow

        The only family I know
    With the night inside my heart
         The friends in my head

     When darkness is all I have
             My Nightmares to cherish
     
           If God went North
                              And left my soul,
                                       On a boulevard,
         Under these sinking skies