To The Praise Of His Glorious Grace

For he chose us,

Blessed us

Hand picked us

Before everything

The Love that will remain

When all else is gone

Ever was

In the beginning,

In him

Who has no beginning,

And in that love

He chose us,

Chose us,

In Jesus

He who sees all things

Who truly sees us

Saw our unformed bodies

Saw the stretch of all our days

And recorded them all,

In his book

Before we could ever give him praise

Recorded them.

With loving care

In his book of days,

Through heaven's gaze

He chose us

Before he formed stars

Before he spoke light into being

He saw the spark, that he would place in us

He saw the love, that he would grace in us,

And he saw that it was good,

That we would praise him as we should,

And in the darkness of the formless void,

Pre-planets, pre-galaxies, pre-asteroids,

Pre-time

He chose us,

He chose us, To be blameless,

To love Him more, and fame; less,

To be holy in his sight,

To be translated,

From the land of the language of darkness

To the state of the speech of light,

So we never languish
So he summons peace from anguish

To the Praise of his Glorious grace

In love, he predestined us

In the heart of mercy

In step with the heartbeat of compassion

In tenderness, he determined

To draw us, with cords of Kindness

To lead us, in our blindness,

To adoption as his sons,

Something holy, this way comes,

The cords are not puppet strings

They are lifelines

Drawn from eternity,

Through lifetimes

From the flatline of sin

To vital life signs,

To the praise of his glorious grace,

Beheld in the beautiful face

Of his One and only Boy,

Big Brother to us,

The source of all our Joy
The wonders of his love and grace

are seen first in that face,

And I have seen that grace

That raises my downcast chin,

That warms my upturned face,

That strengthens me in weakness, 

That subverts my pride with meekness, 

The unending, 

Unbending

Undeserved, 

Unreserved, 

Favor of God, 

Unworthy I, boldly approach the throne,

And claim with reverend fear

the crown of grace, and grace alone,

And lay it back down at your feet

For all that you have done

And Praise your great and glorious grace,

In the face of Christ, your son,

"So turn,  turn your eyes,  upon Jesus, 

Look full in his wonderful face, 

And the things of earth willl grow strangely dim,

In the light of His glory and grace"

(Ephesians 1:3-6)

Perspective

You think that you see clearly
That no one else can quite figure you out
That if they saw you from your perspective
They would know without a doubt

That you're better than they judge you
That you're worse than they had ever worked out
That your story's always evolving
That you've every reason to scream and shout

That nobody understands you
Nobody has breathed from within your skin
No-one's seen from your perspective
No-one's felt the your crushing weight of sin,

If only they had seen you,
If only they had heard your heart
Pressed their ear up to your chest
Maybe they could have made a start

But the truth is somewhere out there
The truth it never lies within
True perspective always evades you
Its the snarl that lies behind your grin

You're the least reliable narrator
You're the most bias of all the witnesses
To the truth of your condition
You are the fount of greatest prejudice

Perspective comes from distance
Up close its all a blur
And my friend you were least likely
To ever see who you truly were.