Friday, April 8, 2011

Holy King

Lord, my heart cries out to you now!
I hear your voice whisper to me;
It tells me who I am.
You say to me, "You are mine;
The princess of the Holy King,
The daughter of the One who saves the World!"
I fall down before you and praise Your name!

As I worship You,
I hear the serpent slither by;
He spits out lies,
Bribing me with fruit,
Telling me I'll never die.
But as I turn to fall away,
I catch a glimpse of your face.
My hand reaches out for just one bite,
But then I see your eyes, full of love and sorrow
While on the cross you die.
I shout "No!" but it's too late,
You give up one last sigh;
Then you fall forward and hang there,
And I begin to cry.
"No! Take me instead;
He is innocent!
I deserve to be killed
And hung in pain,
For he was crucified
When he was without sin."
But then three days later
He rose again:

After a day of rest,
I looked in
On an empty tomb where
I thought I would find Him.
I came to say goodbyes,
But now he is gone again!
And I cried more and more,
Until a man walked in.
"Why are you crying?"
He asked me then;
But I thought it was the gardener,
Not the one who died for my sin.
"He's gone! He's gone!
I think they took him!"
Then the man opened my eyes,
And I saw his face, alive again.

Hallelujah, praise the Lord!
Jesus Christ has arisen!
He's alive and here today;
For he could not be kept in death's prison!
Let us sing and dance for years and years
To celebrate His grace;
And when we die, we'll just sing some more,
Because we shall see His face!

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Truth

The dream hasn't left me
Vividly, I can still see
Its bright marks across my eyes
No longer in disguise

The dark blue veil was torn away
In the bright truth of the coming day
No more far-off hopes twinkling above
Sprinkling down their star-dust "love"

The truth came slowly at first
Scratching through until the sky burst
Leaving pink scars stretched across the sky
Bleeding through with blinding light

Finally, sin put up its last fight
Then finally fled at the death of the night
While the sun rose again from his deathly grave
His purest love shone on my face

Drying my tears and setting me free
He reveals what the night hid from me
So that I can see who he wanted me to be
To live with him for eternity