Risen from the grave monstrosity

February 8, 2013

What is this now I see,

this grave monstrosity?

The sinful heart’s fecundity

gave birth to dead depravity,

set me always at enmity

against the holy Majesty.

 

And how would I be free

from my profanity?

Self-righteousness is vanity

and leaves me yet His enemy,

for I cannot live perfectly

and He alone will judge justly.

 

But finally I see

my sin nailed to the tree:

The death that was reserved for me

instead has fallen upon Thee;

I can but trust and bow the knee:

Thy blood alone bought liberty,

and I am Thine eternally.


i will answer the call

February 9, 2009

The following is a chorus/refrain i wrote five or six years ago during a challenging sermon series on Acts.  It expresses my hope that by the grace of God i will live my life for Christ and His glory, for the future hope we have with Him, and to share this hope with others.

While i have a tune in mind (sorry, but i don’t have the means, voice, or musicality to record it right now!), this is, at the moment, all there is to this song apart from a desire for it to become a meaningful chorus or upbeat hymn and a gratefulness to God for stirring my heart this way.

i will answer the call
i will give You my all
i will count the cost
and consider all else lost
i will fix my eyes on the heavenly prize
i will pass on the flame
i will glorify Your Name


Runaway brain

January 10, 2009

This song i wrote in 2007 is a parody of Soul Asylum‘s Grammy Award-winning hit Runaway Train from the 1992 album Grave Dancer’s Union (Columbia).  It’s a personal prayer for God to sanctify the runaway thought-life of a repentant sinner trying to trust in Him and be pure.

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Diamond in the rough

April 23, 2006

i am like a diamond
in the rough: precious, but
needing to be cut and polished
until every facet reflects
the glory of Jesus, the
Author and Finisher
of our faith.
Heb. 12
verse
2


For God so loved

March 27, 2006

The angel who vied, once cast aside,
now turned snide snake, the tempter tried
to appeal to pride and to divide
the man and the woman from his side
from God in Whom they’d been satisfied

The fruit plied, they decide
Innocence died; their hopes subside
Open-eyed and mortified,
no more to abide by God’s side,
naked and afraid, they hide

Banished from Eden to the eastern side,
wishing they could undo their suicide,
turn the tide on their prolicide —
always with evil now allied,
as they realise what the fruit signified

Years went by while the Law applied;
still God’s people would backslide
Though priests preside and prophets chide,
they never could stay justified;
their sacrifices never satisfied

As God had promised, He did provide:
the Messiah, born in the countryside,
born in a stable — no room inside —
in Bethlehem, Judea — which was occupied —
while shepherds and Magi were notified

John the Baptist testified,
and baptised Jesus at the riverside
as the Father and Spirit ratified
that with Him they were satisfied,
and in Him God was glorified

The Jews’ expectations were belied
by this carpenter teaching on the mountainside
how God had now come to reside
with His people, with His Bride —
how man and God would again abide

Some Jews were jealous and decried
Jesus’ palm-paved donkey ride
to Jerusalem’s walls, where He cried
They began to plan the deicide,
and for thirty silver pieces, Judas complied

They brought Him bound and tied, inside,
where they had Him unjustly tried
They pronounced the curse, had Him crucified,
and as He hung there, bled and died,
He cried out, “It is done,” and sighed

Christ, with our sins identified, died:
God’s righteous wrath was satisfied
And as He died, the curtains divide,
and because He rose and was glorified,
He says that we are justified:
the bonds of sin and death untied,
God and man once more abide;
and man has no more need to hide
He sends a comforter, a guide —
the Holy Spirit, to dwell inside —
to help us to be sanctified,
and to fit us for His Bride.


Psalm 42

March 4, 2006

You long for Me because you need Me,
just like the deer needs water.
You thirst for Me with a thirst that
only I can satisfy with My living waters
that bring healing, refreshing, LIFE!
You search for Me, but I am here —
do not be blinded by the day’s busyness,
nor disturbed by the darkness that envelopes you
in the stillness of the night;
do not heed the detractors and the dissidents —
I am here, waiting.

You remember with such yearning
the unspeakable peace and lightness you knew
as you’d join in praise and fellowship:
one joyful crowd, making My heart happy!
But now I see you are weighed down;
I know the things that trouble you.
You can trust them to Me —
I am here, waiting —
You can trust Me with all your
hurt, doubt, anger, disappointment…
yes, even your ambivalence towards Me.
I still rejoice over you,
and I will put My song in your heart once more,
because that is the hope for which I saved you.

I know you feel far away, lost, even forsaken;
I know you feel you just can’t go on.
Cast your burdens on Me
I will not cast you away.
Though you feel tossed about on waves of despair,
though you’re battling against the tide,
though you’re struggling just to keep your head above water
Anchor yourself in the calm of
My love and faithfulness.
Do not doubt in the dark
what I’ve shown you in the light.

I am your rock, your sure foundation, your deliverer.
Do not be moved by the taunts of those who deny Me:
Though they have forgotten Me,
I have not forgotten you.

I see you are weighed down;
I know the things that trouble you.
You can trust them to Me —
I am here, waiting —
You can trust Me with all your
hurt, doubt, anger, disappointment…
yes, even your ambivalence towards Me.
I still rejoice over you,
and I will put My song in your heart once more,
because that is the hope for which I saved you.


Broken plaster saint

March 1, 2006

Plasters ain’t enough to heal
the broken plaster saint
Only You can save me, Lord,
save me before i faint

They say that time heals everything
Well, only time will tell
Only You can save me, Lord,
save me from this hell

There is no pill to dull this pain:
the hurt runs deeper still
Only You can save me, Lord,
save me to do Your will

No doctor can probe deep enough
to search where sight is blind
Only You can save me, Lord,
save me; renew my mind

Plasters ain’t enough to heal
the broken plaster saint
Only You can save me, Lord,
save me before i faint