Risen

Who is it that you're looking for,
Mary, why do you weep,
Raise your chin and face to me,
Stop staring at your feet,
The tomb lies empty,
The garden adorned, and born in dew,
The old night is cold and gone,
See what's right in front of you,

Stop this navel gazing,
Dry your needless tears,
Allow your eyes, to rise,
Above horizons,
To the Lord of all your years,

I know that you are hurting,
I know you're filled with pain,
But let the hope that once inspired you,
Fill you heart and life again,

Listen to my voice,
As I call out your name,
Remember the promises I made,
That I would rise again,

Mary, Why are you weeping,
Mary, Who do you look for,
Open the door of your eyes, and rise,
I am standing before,

You don't have a fear,
You don't have a need,
That is not cast away,
That is not met in me,

Some people are scared of shadows,
Some people are scared of light,
But greatest joy comes in the morning,
After the darkest, blackest night,

People searching in dark corners,
For the purpose that they need,
For the love that should define them,
When all the time it's found in me,

People seeking out their healing,
By crawling on broken glass,
If only they'd open their eyes,
Drop their pride and ask,

Looking for a purpose, looking for a goal,
Reaching out for something to fill the God shaped hole,
Reaching out for peace and they're crying out for love,
But they're searching in the mud instead of looking above,
You'll never find your freedom, while locked inside your head,
Let me ask you a question,
Why search for the living among the dead?

And these dead things that you look to,
To fill your aching need,
Do they still the aching longing,
Tell me, do they stem the bleed?
Do they promise to release you,
But then lock you in the grave,
Do they promise to rescue you,
But fail to save?

Ands what is it that you want?
That thing you can't define?
Open your eyes and rise,
Let the light in and shine,

This morning of resurrection,
The dawn of all your hope,
That changes your horizon,
That widens your scope,

Death is just the beginning,
That leads to life that's new,
So die to self,
And rise,
To the hope inside of you,

Tell me why are you weeping?
Who is it you look for?
The one who holds the keys,
And stands knocking at your door,

This resurrection comeback King,
The one who died but lives,
Who fills your life with mercy,
And the power that he gives,

Don't look in dead religion,
Don't look from east to west,
Don't look in lifeless loving,
Don't bother with the rest,

Mary, stop your crying,
Simply open up your eyes,
I am standing right before you,
I told you, I would rise,

We Who Put No Confidence In Flesh

We who put no confidence in flesh,
We who like to keep it fresh,
(The aroma of Christ, or the smell of death)
Place no faith, in our own success,

Our righteous rags,
Our Sunday best,
Our best of offerings;

A steaming mess.

We who put no confidence in flesh,
We shall trust in nothing less,
Than the blood of Christ,
His righteousness,

He and he alone shall bless,
Those of his to pass the test,
With scores so poor it should be stressed,
His blood makes up for the rest,

That blood can make the foulest clean,
That blood availed for you and me.

I bring nothing to this table,
My hands are tied, I was not able,
I was shaking, never stable,
My 'goodness' was merely a children's fable,
A humanist tale to make me play ball
An empty wallet with which to pay bail.

Jesus, my goodness had me rot in jail,
But your blood could never, ever fail.
To set me free;
The blood avails.

We who put no confidence in flesh
Lest we get puffed up,
Lest we forget,
We do nothing on our own,
But looking up at Jesus' Throne
Receive his Spirit, we are not alone,
We camp on earth, but heaven's home,

We who put no confidence in the flesh,
Wear righteous robes, cant be undressed,
I did not earn it and I cannot lose it,
He chose me, I did not choose it,
To come to him, to be changed,
He did it all, he rearranged,
This heart of mine,
He broke the chains.
Cleaned me up,
Removed the stains.

We who put no confidence in flesh,
Don't measure ourselves by our own success,
But by Christ's finished work, we confess,
It is done, completed, finito, I am blessed.
I need not work to pass the test,
We need not work,
Only rest.