I Am Yours

i can't say that i know You
but i wanna get to
draw me, draw me,
draw me close to You
cuz there comes a time
in all of our lives,
where we must make a choice
of who we are
and where to stand
what we believe in
I believe in You,
I believe in You

Angelical Hands

I am surrounded by an angelic force 

that is really battling  for my lost soul 

myriads of angels reaching out for me 

trying to pull me back into Love Divine 

but i am distracted by the things of time 

the spirited  beguile age pulls at me 

I don't understand the power of it all 

As i look back at the pure angelic hands

desperately reaching out for me, i'm allured 

into a world full of unreality 

oh to break free! To grasp the angelic hands 

to be pulled into His joyous Love once more 

to feel the peacefulness of his great presence

Yet, I'm pulled on, ...deeper... deeper...deeper ..

You Belong

I grasp for hope, it slips away
I dont Know that I can do this one more day
Where is the God that once ransomed me
Where is the God who set my spirit free

Where are you tonight while I cry
It seems there's no one standing by my side
Where where You when the world was
Crashing down around me. Where are you now

My child you know I'm always here
To lift you up when you have fallen down
I died on the cross to set you free
I payed the price to show you You belong to me

And I held every tear you cried
I'll always be standing by your side
I was with you when the world was
crashing down arround you I'm with you now

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Breath of Life

I'm breathing in, I'm breathing out
The Breath of  Life;  how could i doubt
The Prince of Piece, the Great I Am,
Almighty God, the Holly Lamb...

And i Praise you Lord,
And I worship you my king...

And nothing can stop me
From saying forever
Forever and ever
And ever and ever
Beloved, Redeemer
Savior, Messiah
I am Yours! I am Yours!

Fallen Bride

The lord weaps bitterly.
His heart has been broken,
His bride has Fallen.
He watches as she flirts with temptation and sin,
Bowing low to the spirit of deception
And drinking deep of the pulls
of lustful desire.
She dances with the idols built around her,
Praising and Worshiping foreign and worldly gods.
Why hast though turned your face from mine?
What other lover has cought thine eye?
Come back to your first love my bride
Out of the deserts of Egypt I brought you.
I placed you upon lush, rich grounds,
Where there is abundance and life forever!
How is it you have become corrupt
And degenerated, like a wild thorn?
Your children run wild and their hearts have
Turned against not only yours but also mine.
Because you, my bride, have fallen!
A wise husband does not return to his wife
When she leaves him for another man.
Nor will I, For you can not serve two masters
Or be a lover of two gods.
End your marriages of lustful desire!
Return to your God, your first Love!
Come and drink of the waters of abundance,
Bathe in the pools of purity,
And feast on the eternity of His life!

i'm not letting go

i grasped your garments
as You walked by
i'm holding on tight
i'm not letting go
i want You to know
i'm not letting go
so please don't turn away
dont leave me here to die
i want You close to me
i want you in my life
cuz i know i cant live
without You by my side
so dont let me shut You out
do not let me run  and hide
tear me apart piece by piece
cleave me from impurities
piece me together again
pure and holly, free of sin.

The Sinners Prayer

I am reaching with unclean hands
And I can't seem to catch the light
It slips through my fingers and is
Drown by the infinite night

Impure  untouched unclean
Here I am on my nees
Begging  you to notice me
I'm crying out, God! Please!

Lord send your rain
Let it wash over me
Hear my solemn cry
Set my spirit free!

To be Known is to be loved: by chriss kinsley

I am a woman of no distinction
of little importance.
I am a women of no reputation
save that which is bad.

You whisper as I pass by and cast judgmental glances,
Though you don’t really take the time to look at me,
Or even get to know me.

For to be known is to be loved,
And to be loved is to be known.
Otherwise what’s the point in doing
either one of them in the first place?

I WANT TO BE KNOWN.

I want someone to look at my face
And not just see two eyes, a nose,
a mouth and two ears;
But to see all that I am, and could be
all my hopes, loves and fears.

But that’s too much to hope for,
to wish for,
or pray for
So I don’t, not anymore.

Now I keep to myself
And by that I mean the pain
that keeps me in my own private jail
The pain that’s brought me here
at midday to this well.

To ask for a drink is no big request
but to ask it of me?
A woman unclean, ashamed,
Used and abused
An outcast, a failure
a disappointment, a sinner.

No drink passing from these hands
to your lips could ever be refreshing
Only condemning, as I’m sure you condemn me now
But you don't.

You’re a man of no distinction;
Though of the utmost importance.
A man with little reputation, at least so far.

You whisper and tell me to my face
what all those glances have been about, and
You take the time to really look at me.
But don’t need to get to know me.

For to be known is to be loved and
To be loved is to be known.

And you know me.
You actually know me;
all of me and everything about me.
Every thought inside and hair on top of my head;
Every hurt stored up, every hope, every dread.

My past and my future, all I am and could be.
You tell me everything,
you tell me about me!

And that which is spoken by another
would bring hate and condemnation.
Coming from you brings love, grace,
mercy, hope and salvation.

I’ve heard of one to come
who could save a wretch like me
And here in my presence, you say
I AM He.

To be known is to be loved;
And to be loved is to be known.

And I just met you.
But I love you.
I don’t know you,
but I want to get to.

Let me run back to town
this is way to much for just me.
There are others: brothers,
sisters, lovers, haters.

The good and the bad, sinners and saints
who should hear what you’ve told me;
who should see what you’ve shown me;
who should taste what you gave me;
who should feel how you forgave me.
For to be known is to be loved;
And to be loved is to be known.
And they all need this, too.
We all do
Need it for our own.