"God is doing a work in me... He's walking through my rooms and halls-- checking every corner... tearing down the unsafe walls... letting in the light... now it's time I clean my house and set it straight... not let pride get in the way... to make an eternal vision of... I am to be kind.... will You, help me be new, will you hold me to the promises, that I have made.... will you... let me be new, forgive myoldself... and old mistakes... it seems easier, living out my life in Christ for those who do not know me, to hide the thorn stuck in my side, all my secret faults, you know me well, and it's you I want to most to see, recognize the changes, a word from you empowers me to press on for my goal, will you help me be new, will you hold me to the promises that I have made.... .... when I feel condemned to live my old life, remind me I have been given, a new life in Christ... will you help me be new will you hold me to the promises that I have make, will you let me be new forgive my old self and my old mistakes... will you... you know me well...."
"Dress down your pretty faith... give me something real... Leave out the 'The' and 'Thou' and speak to me now... speak to my pain and confusion... speak through my fears and my pride... speak to the part of me that knows I'm something deep down inside...I know that I am not perfect, but compare me to most... in a world of hurt and a world of anger, I think I'm holding my own.... now I know that you said there is more to life, no I am not satisfied, but there are mornings I wake up and I am just thankful to be alive.....I've known now, for quite a while that I am not whole... I remembered the body and mind, but disected my soul... now there's something inside thats awakening, like a dream I once had and forgot... and it's something I'm scared of and something I don't want to stop... and I woke up thismorning and realized that Jesus is not a portriat or stain glass windows or hams or all the tradition that surrounds us, and I thought it would be hard to believe in, but its not hard at all to believe I have sinned and fallen short of the Glorly of God... and He's not asking me to change in my joyful marterdom, He's asking to take my place, to stand in that gap that I have formed, with His real, and his sweet, and His real amazing grace... and it's not just a sign or sacrament... it's not just a metaphor for love, the blood is real and its' not just a symbol of, its not a sign or a sacrament, it's not just a metephore for love, the blood is real it's not just a symbol, it is real it's not just a symbol of, His blood is real, it's not just a symbol of... His grace.... so leave out the 'The and Thou' and speak now.... "
"So proud and excited that I by myself, had reached such a lofty place... I reached my last step to my ultimate goal, and clumsuly fell on my face... I opend my eyes only to find I was back at the place I had begun... and I said to myself, surely the enemy has won... And I felt, his peace that passes understand, grace that is never ending, love that overflows my soul... as I wollowed in self pity he came to sit with me there, his presence alone was so rich and so deep, it chased away all my dispair, I said "Lord please forgive me for my prideful heart, it sneakes in before I know," He said... "What prideful heart" he forgave and forgot.... He said, "how I want you to know"... my peace that passes understand, grace... that is never ending... love.... that overflows my soul.... daily I humble myself at His feet, I make his desire my will... for he has taken me higher then I have ever been and Hes taking me higher still... with His peace that passes understanding, grace... that is never ending... love that overflows my soul... peace, grace... love.... overflows my soul... my soul"
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