THE EDGE OF THE WATER

I'm standing at the edge of the water
All I once held dear the water took away
It seems like a part of me the water took way
Torn and divided at the edge of the water
Crying for something beyond the loss
I have failed to place my trust in the right places
At the edge of the water I realize it all
All the water took, the water had to take
They weren't really treasures after all
They couldn't stand the test of time
They couldn't stand the current of the water
The water like a flood came and washed it all away
It did a good thing
It pointed me back to You
You were all I really had
You were all that really mattered
I just got carried away
Yes, I let it all carry me away
That's why a part of me felt carried away when the water came and took it all
Now I see better the hazy things
You are all that matters
You have stood the test of time
You would stand the test of time
The edge of the water is my point of reconciliation
The edge of the water is my point of recollection
And oh how I long to come back to you
Indeed You are the Treasure
Yes You are. Sweet Jesus
And You are The Water that quenches the thirsts for anything taken away at the edge of the water

P.S. - For those who hold the world dear . '. .This world is fading away, along with everything it craves. .' 1 John 2:17


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THE VEIL SONG

My Jesus I love you

Remove the veil

You have come to rescue

But Lord remove the veil

From Sin and shame and depths of Sheol

Make us see the things you have done

We know in letters of men the things you have done

But do we see by heart the depth of the things you've done?

We cloud up the cleared path of grace with the theology of the former race

Do we know God?

Remove the veil

We try to put God in a box but sorry God escaped at the cross

Father show us

The intentions of your heart

Why you came

Why you gave

All you had on a cross

Show us the road to your heart

In your heart is the precious heart we lost in Eden

Show us

I am a man trying to find my way

A Christian in words of men

There's gotta to be more to this

The father's heart

The father's love

To open my eyes is to hearken the call of grace

Come and rest is all it says to my weary soul

But I come and pick up again the tablets of commandments Moses already shattered in anger

Jesus Jesus

Remove the veil

Make us see

We love you

Make us new

Help us see the way

The way of grace

Help us learn that we do not learn grace by knowing it's definition

But an the experience would make us race the world for you

And help see

That a veil is always to be removed

Cause in that is the translation from a level of glory to another

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THE TRAITOR WITHIN

Our hope
That the traitor within becomes our dog
Our watch dog

I do all I can to keep this castle safe
But at the brink of victory
You let down the castle doors and let him in without my consent
Or is it?

This is my castle
This is my house
The rooms I have given as a sanctuary for the Holy
But how?
How come?
All of sudden I realize
Like I'm awaken from a drunken slumber
The drug wears off and I find the enemy having a feast at the table of my heart
I find the enemy having a room all to himself
I chase him out
And I try to start over again

At my sore moments
In the quietness of a morning after the slumber of drunkenness
I wonder out loud sometimes
How did He ever get in this time
I swear for the thousandth time never to let him again
And I try to start over again

There's a traitor within
He is the flesh of old
He needs to be mastered
Or else he will be master
Sin is always knocking at our heart-doors
Tap tap tap
Some loud
Some not so loud
When the traitor is master
It is not so loud
When he is mastered
It is just so loud
When the traitor opens the door
He is still master
He has not been mastered
We haven't found ourselves a watch dog
We keep in us, in our castle
A dragon capable of devouring

Our dream
That our castles are safe from all that flaws
Our fantasy
That dragons become dogs overnight
Our reality
The dragon has been defeated twice
And the third defeat already a prophecy which has come to pass in a reality that transcends our minds

Our hope
That the traitor within
Who is the flesh of old
Becomes our watch dog
We rather have a watch dog living in our castle than a dragon

" I decide to do good, but I don't really do it; I decide not to do bad, but then I do it anyway. My decisions, such as they are, don't result in actions. Something has gone wrong deep within me and gets the better of me every time" - Romans 7: 19-20 (The Message)

" You will be accepted if you do what is right. But if you refuse to do what is right, then watch out! Sin is crouching at the door, eager to control you. But you must subdue it and be its master" - Genesis 4:7 (The New Living Translation)


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THE NOSE KNOWS

For so long, I tried
I changed all I could
The outside
The things I could grasp
The things people could see
The things I could see when I tend to be shortsighted
I changed them and I thought I changed
If the world could be honest
They could have just told me
I was still the same old me
Somehow somewhere was the same old me behind all the things I tried to change

The things that really matter aren't things we can grasp
If something stinks in the fridge
You clean the outside for all eternity
The day you open up the fridge again
The nose knows something is still wrong

Real change comes from within
Real change comes when we let the One who can grasp the things we can't grasp grasp the things in need of grasping
Changing the outside is like wasting precious time
When change happens on the inside, it shows on the outside

I have tried to change for a while
And I'm learning
One thing I know is. . . .
The nose knows
If I clean the outside and bottle up some trash on the inside
The nose knows
If I pretend all is well and all isn't really well
The nose knows
If I try to substitute pretty things for inner beauty
The nose knows

I desire change
Though difficult but worth it
In the end the fridge gets opened up
In the end all things are revealed
In the end all deeds are seen in the light of grace

I desire change
Though difficult but transforming
Ask the caterpillar how it became the beautiful butterfly we love to admire
Change
From the inside out
It isn't a caterpillar anymore
Call it one and it flutters away as the butterfly it is

I desire change
Though difficult but liberating
It would help us love the light and dance in it
It would turn white washed tombs into the dwelling of the Holy
It would turn Saul into Paul
It would turn the crawling caterpillar into the flying butterfly we see

I desire change
But the nose knows
When true change happens and when it don't
The nose knows
What really are we scared of !
Change?
But it's beautiful in it's entirety
Oh. . .
That the deeds of the dark would be revealed in the light?
That light would dwell where darkness once encroached?
That a possibility of good could rise from the ashes of the bad?
What are we afraid of?

I desire change
But of one thing I'm sure
When the deeds of the dark are revealed if we choose to dance in the light
It would not be a mess but a message





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