Our debts are paid; all sin is slain. To live is Christ; to die is gain. Acts we render; faith we proclaim. According to His holy Word and Name. To choose Him who chose us, is to give God praise. The chaos will come; our voices still raise: Hallelujah, my God, by whom I am saved. May our lives on this earth be a glimpse of God’s grace. This, we pray, in Jesus’ name. Amen.
I will not repent My daily sins To an antiquated verse Or bind myself To a definition I do not acknowledge To be a sinner, as you say To be the villain Before I have my own story To wear guilt and shame As constant wardrobe I don’t buy it Give me my flaws,faults And misdeeds Tattoo them to my skin I will build an epic origin tale Layers upon my body Until my soul bleeds And the words from my mouth Will be sonnets for misfits Gathering into bonfires My smirk, dancing sparks And trouble, a forte To be sinner, as you say And plaster your prayers As hollow blessings To cure me To iron out my wrinkles Tuck me safely into a social norm I don't buy it Fray the edges Pull myself off the frame Not all butterflies will be pinned Pluck the pins of expectations Use those antiquated words To set fire To every criticism you used To create this prison Repent, you say For being myself And I will tell you no
Depression at its finest, from the darkness ever shineth. Save me now O my God; Jesus, my King, here I stand. If this Your punishment be, I willingly accept with glee. If this be of the serpent wee, O Lord deliver me! God, I've sinned. A seed has rooted deep within! Your chastisement Lord, of love it is; I'm in accord. Perhaps not over but bring me through, Up from the bottom of the cold, deep blue...
Repentance is daily. Turn your face to the Lord and bow your heart at His cross. Rejoice! He is the great Deliverer! Up from the grave rose Jesus Christ! There is victory in our Lord of lords.
I was under the spell, The spell of love, Forgot how much I had bled In churning out a new me for you, How often do you get your wishes fulfilled from up above? I thought I was happy, Now I often repent the path that I had tread.
I called him friend, I called him Lord. But it is he who I did offend, for he is the Lord. It was he who I kicked off the throne, and I declared my life my own. Yet I professed to him to be my Lord, but it was a false front, in truth I was alone. It was only wrath that I had stored, but to none but he and me was it known. All of this was inward, now I shall reap what I have sown. On this sinking boat are we all aboard, yet we look around and each others characters and sins do we condone. As we are headed downward, because we are cursed by our father and are flesh and bone. So take care that we don't solely profess him to be Lord, but that cast on him all our sins and believe in him alone.
God is a friend to the righteous, but a terrible enemy to the wicked.