But what is a full moon anyway
When you are not with me to fill it?
And what if philosophy leaks from my brain
All the time you're not there to instil it?

Can I speak my own thought, can I hope my own dreams
Can I tread on a path that's been torn?
Can I carry the mountain right here on my back
Or sit on it to welcome the dawn?

If I torture you first will you confess your sins?
Will you scream if I stretch you out here on your back?
Would you tell me such secrets I couldn't have made up
If I just ensure you have time on my rack?

If I save myself for you will you spend your time on me?
Your silver is not what I need at this time
But if you were to keep me wrapped up in a blanket
I'd come to you midnight like Mary divine

And I'd stand with my candle and call to the angels
We all would assemble the shepherds of old
For I know how you love to see men working nature
Freeing other young creatures from nightmares untold.

And when nighttime is over and my dawn is broken
I'll swallow my stories back behind my chest
I will remove the nails with which I had bound you
Roll back the great stone and lay you to rest.

My Father loves me
My Father pains for me
My Father cries for me

His Son loves me
His Son pains for me
His Son dies for me

"Your boy ran away"
Someone says of me
"Your boy runs every day"

I run from my Father in Heaven
I hide from Christ, my redeemer
I cower from the Spirit, my breath

Daily I attempt to leave my Father
Daily I betray my Savior
Daily I pervert the Spirit

"I will find him"
The Father says of me
"I will pay a price"

My Father knows me
My Father sees me
My Father sends for me

His Son comes for me
His Son lays down for me
His Son pays the price for me

"You are enough"
My soul lies
"You can do it yourself"

Incarnate He became
Lost, poor He became
Human He became

Tired, hungry, pained
He was God in flesh
Stressed, betrayed, depressed

"You don't need help"
People lie
"You can stand on your own"

On the cross for my iniquity
The Son paid the ultimate price
And the Father found me

In the great sacrifice of the Father
The great price paid by the Son
In communion with the Spirit

I have been found
I have been saved
I have been redeemed

I will run no more
I will hide no more
And I will trust all the more

I remember when we lived in Paradise
I remember dwelling with God
I remember walking with the Father
I remember talking with the Son
I remember conversing with the Spirit

I remember the beauty that God had made
And I remember the fruit that was for us
I remember the animals that I named
And I remember the perfection there was
I remember having a relationship with God

I remember that day
And we left the garden
I remember being against God
And ourselves, and our children
I remember the sin I fell into

I remember telling my wife we had to go
And I remember leaving
I remember the tears, the pain, the regret
And I remember the blood
I remember this curse I brought

I remember my son
And how he killed his brother
I remember my son
And I remember his sons
I remember how they perverted God

I remember how they were pagan and wicked
And the flood, when they were destroyed
I remember my son, Noah
And I remember his righteousness
I remember the iniquity of even Noah, the righteous

I remember the sins of Noah's sons
And the pagan worship they began
I remember my son, Abraham
And his son Isaac
I remember the sacrifice

I remember Isaac's sons Israel and Judah
And the iniquity of their nations
I remember Egypt, and their god
And the slavery of my sons in the land
I remember the sins of my sons

I remember my sons in the desert
And the 40 years of sorrow
I remember them entering Canaan
And the beauty of the land promised
I remember the promises of God

I remember the promised King
And the seed of the king to come
I remember Judah and Israel
And warring among themselves
I remember the iniquity of my sons

I remember the sins of my sons
And their people scattered
I remember the pain and sorrow
And the exile they were given
I remember the loss of a people

I remember my final Son
And His gift given to us
I remember His death
And how He paid my debt
I remember the guilt

I remember the Father
And his assurance to me
I remember the Fall
And I remember the Spring
I remember it all

I remember that all deaths are mine to bear
And I was the founder
I remember the sin that comes with my name
And better yet, the grace that comes with His
I remember the name of Jesus

The river moves steady along
Down the stream the water flows
In the course set long ago
Parts of the river flow peacefully
Places where the fish swim
And people gaze onto the calm creek

In some places the water flows to a sudden drop
Where the water roars down the fall
Splashing below the cliff
Then flowing normally again
Moving steady along
Down the stream the water flows

On another region of the river
The water rushes through rocks
Through gorges and pits
The water roars in the Rapids
Here the fish don't come
For they know there lies danger

I see a fish lay dying on the rocks
Rejected from the dangerous rapid
How I am like the fish
Thrown from the once peaceful stream
Onto the dry rocks with no help
How am I not like this dying fish?

From the once-peaceful stream I have been thrown
Rejected by the violent rapid
On these rocks I now lie
With no one to assist
But along the violent river lives a man
Of whom I do boast

The man gives living water
Water that heals
Water that gives life
Water that resurrects
On the dry rock I laid
Until the man dropped me into a bucket with that water

The water wetted my scales
And my gills welcomed the oxygen
As I could breathe again
The water was sweet
And it was clean
Cleaner than the muddy river water

Then he poured me back into the ***** river
But the clean water remained with me
And I swam along the river
Never to fear
For I had living water
And will never die

I sat in front of the toilet
Suffering through this painful toil
My legs straddling this porcelain hellseat
My arms hugging and latching on
I then feel the sensation in my mouth
And I feel the saliva gathering under my lip
The terrible nausea in my stomach increases
Until my body lurches forward
And my stomach releases its wrath

After three or four repetitions
The sickness is gone
And the toil is over
After all the pain and suffering
The toil and snare
My stomach is settled
All is well
And I will continue on
Without the pain of this nausea

How my life is like vomiting
One moment, all is well
One moment, life is good
But the next moment my stomach churns
The next moment I am pained
My once-peaceful life has fallen
And I dread the anxiety of what comes next
I know that in moments my pain will increase
In moments, my current pain will be nothing

And just as I *****
I go through momentary pain
It feels as if it will never end
And then just as I cease to *****
My trials also cease
My hard times will reach an end
And my stomach will no longer pain
My life will pain no longer
As the ***** has passed from my system

Until another time
I am done dealing
For like ***** is my life
Passing painfully and quickly at times
Ending times of anxiety and fear
Showing the end of my pain
Then coming and going again

Bathed in the light of the Father
Drowning in the darkness of broken humanity
Washed clean by the blood of the Son
Sinking in the pain of darkness
Indwelled in the work of the Spirit
Covered by the sins of ourselves

Weighed down by the world in which we live
Hated by the god we've created
Cursed by the sin we've attained
Bleeding from the scars of our lives

The Father looking onto our brokenness
Seeking reconciliation and love
Knowing the scars and the pain from our lives
Planning to heal our brokenness
He sent the Son

The Son lived in our darkness
He dwelt in the pain
He cried the tears
He bled the blood
He knew sin
He was us
On the cross he hung
Taking our sin, our pain, our darkness
He forgave the sins that killed him

God is touching us in our broken places
Mending the tears that lie in us
The Light of God reveals our scars
The Spirit is living in us
The Spirit is healing us
The pain we feel is the light being shed upon us
The revelation of all that our pain is
To show where we have been broken
To show where our blood flows to
The Healing from God
In the Love of the Father,
In the pain of the Son,
In the light of the  Spirit
We are healed

Let me sing for his beloved
A vineyard on his hill
He dug and then He planted
He built and then He watched
The men in Judah judge him
For all of His sweet care
He finally saw His fruit bear

He is the vine
The great vine of His vineyard
The fruit of that hill
He is the vine
Already we are clean
With the words that He left us
Trust in him and we will drink of it
Partaking in the blood of Jesus Christ

Here's the end to His vineyard
Its hedge He has removed
Destroyed all of it shall be,
Its walls will be trampled
Then He will make it waste
All these thorns will grow up
And then the rains will not come

This vineyard that I sing of
Are His chosen people
And all this pleasant planting
No fruit has it beared
But my Jesus he is coming
To rule over the lands

Ezekiel do not cry
Though this wife of yours may lie
Descended six feet down
My servant, my child, do not cry
I will provide
I will redeem

Ezekiel do not cry
Though this nation of yours may lie
Exiled to another land
My servant, my child, do not cry
I will provide
I will redeem

Oh Israel, do not cry
Though your nation may lie
In a land ruled by another
My children, do not cry
I will provide
I will redeem

Oh Church, do not cry
Though this, my bride, may lie
Seeming defeated and broken
My children, do not cry
I have provided
I have redeemed
You are saved in me
As Father, Son, and Spirit
Amen!

There was a day in which I was lost
There was a day in which I was blind
There was a day in which I was deaf
There was a day in which I was dead

But by The Father, as The Son, through The Spirit
I am healed

I was lost and He searched for me
I was blind and He gave me vision
I was deaf and He gave me ears
I was dead and He gave me breath

I was running like a scared dog
And He chased me until He caught me
He took me by the hand leading me back

I was hiding like a coward
And He searched day and night until He found me
He brought me to His home

I was cursing Him like fool
And He curbed my mouth into His praises
He took my voice and glorified Him

I was worshipping a pagan god
And He destroyed my idols
He took my false gods and revealed Himself

I was an orphan waiting for love
And He picked me up out of my darkness
He made me His own

I was dumbed by my knowledge
And He set me free
He showed the way

He told us we were lost
And we couldn't even hear Him
He showed us our faults
And we couldn't even see them
He touched us in our broken places
And we couldn't even feel it
He fed us the fruits of His love
And we couldn't even taste it
He shared with us the aroma of his love
And we couldn't even smell it

Alone we sat in our darkness
Before He became incarnate
Alone we were, far from Glory
Feeling distant from The Father
Not knowing The Son

Begotten, not made, The Son became incarnate
Into our darkness, He became us
The Son felt the brokenness
He felt our darkness, our sin
He was God walking as man

He showed us the way
And we followed
He filled the gap of our faults
And we felt his endless love
He covered our wounds
And we were healed
He gave us bread and wine
And came and we ate, and we drank
He filled our lives with his sweetness
And we basked in the glory of His aroma

In love, The Father gave his son
In flesh, The Son loved without bounds
In mystery, The Spirit works in us

By the boundless, endless mystery
Of the great love of God,
We are saved