Hope In The Home

Where are the rescuers? You say,
And where, you say, is hope?
I'm hanging on by finger tips,

As I'm sliding down this slope,
I can't get a foothold,

I can barely cope,
But hang on just a little longer,
We're here to bring you hope:

Hope is where the home is,
We're bringing hope into your home,
And if your hopeless or homeless,
You don't need to feel alone,

We're bringing hope home,
To where it does not roost,
Wherever it is,
That hope needs a boost,
Where there's darkness we bring light,
In the power of his name,
Bringing dignity and honour,
In place of the shame,

Where there is mourning,
We bring dancing,
And where there's despair,
We're changing the tune,
To a song of praise, there,
Will be no more mourning ,
No crying or pain,
Where we're going,
We declare it In Jesus Christ's name,

And on earth there's a taste,
Of the goodness to come,
Here and now you can know hope,
In the name of God's son,
You can know power,
And victory won,
Whoever you are
Whatever you've done,

The lost and abandoned,

The orphaned, neglected,

The overlooked and abused,

The defamed and rejected,

The drunks and the junkies,

The thugs and the thieves,

Those who have nothing,

Nothing left to believe,

Those who are rich,

Rich enough to know,

That inside they're poor,

Though they never let it show,

The gamblers and addicts,

The unloved and unsung,

The indebted and desperate,

The dreamers rudely awoken,

 

Before the dream has begun,

The single mothers,

The fatherless child,

The homeless and helpless,

The lost and exiled,

The kicked about, kicked out,

Locked out, shut the door,

The knocked about, knocked out,

Knocked down to the floor,

The kicked in, the victim,

Can't take any more,

With all this hell being mixed in,

Crying 'why' and 'what for?'

I say whoever you are,

I say whatever you've done,

If you're someone's daughter,

If you're someone's son,

Listen,

You can know peace,

You too can know hope,

We'll give you a hand,
We'll pass you the rope,

Here you go, Here it is,

Are you ready? take hold

It's God's love,
Take it,

It's free and not sold,

It's not bronze or silver,
It may be free... but it's gold,
You may be lost sheep, but don't lose sleep,
But he left 99 others to bring you into the fold,
 Don't weep, that'll keep,
All you need to do, is ask him into your soul,

Jesus, I'm sorry
I know I've done wrong,
I want to change my tune,
I want to sing your song,

I want to feel hope
I want to know your love,
I'll stop looking around
And start looking above,

Jesus, I trust you,
You died and rose for me,
I want to live for you
To be with you
Eternally

Please change me,
Rearrange me,
Forgive me, Make me yours,
Fill me with your love
I'm opening my doors,
I'm getting rid of old ways,
I'm saying no more to sin,
I'm tired of messing up my way,
So Jesus please, come in,


So, there it is, there you go,
There's a chance to grab the rope,
Connecting with Jesus,
Is connecting with hope,

Don't be afraid, to take his hand,
This hope won't disappoint you,
He'll pour his love into your heart,
In fact he will anoint you,
That's a picture of how Israel appointed their kings,
But instead of pouring oil on you,
He'll pour out his Spirit, Make your heart sing,

You are loved more than you know,
Loved as loved could be,
Let love fill your lives,
And the truth will set you free,

And remember, God hears you and sees you,
You are not alone,
He's there, ready and willing,
To bring his hope home

You Can't Rule (With Your Head In The sand)

You can't plough the field,

Without the plough in your hand,

You can't walk away,

And keep the promised land,

And you can't begin to rule,

With your head stuck in the sand,

If you don't build upon the rock,

The house will never stand,

Don't be a white-washed tomb,

Pretty but dead on the inside,

Remember you may be proud,

But it's the fall comes after pride,

Careful where you see in others,

An eye-speck which you've spied,

There's a plank in your own eye,

That's generously sized,

Be either hot or cold,

Or you will be spewed out,

You say that you are wealthy,

That kind of wealth's not what it's about,

Wretched, blind and naked,

Poor in spite of what you spout,

Buy clothes and salve from him,

So you can see without a doubt,

Start counting up the cost,

Strengthen what remains,

Fill your lamp up with oil,

We're in the birth pains,

The dark night of the soul,

Is long and dark and strange,

But when the morning comes boy,

Get ready to see the change,

When you see it coming,

When the moon is turning red,

Don't stand there and gawp,

Don't fill your mind with dread,

Behold the days are coming,

When a bag of gold will buy some bread,

But then your redemption is near son,

Lift up your head,

Dressed

She dressed
His hair with oil
His feet
With her tears
All she had,
She poured on him there,
Little did she know
That this fragrance
On Calvary,
Was all
That he would wear

They dressed him
In faux royal robes,
And crown of thorns,
And mocks and taunts and blows
But those too were stripped
As was his flesh
And they gambled for his clothes,

Naked as the cross wore him,
He wore the shame,
And sin,
Still the fragrance
Of her
Love poured out,
He was breathing in,

And in the garden,
As he walked there,
In the early hours
The pure nard
Scented the air
With freshly opened flowers

Mary,

Peter, Peter

Peter, Peter,
I've got some news for you Pete,
It may quite be quite hard to hear,
Are you still on your feet?
You may wanna sit down,
For what I've got to say,
So plonk yourself there
Don't run away.....

Jesus, Jesus,
What news have you got?
Is it my mother?
Has she had her lot?
Or is it my dad? Have some of his boats sunk?
Or has he gone for a swim again,
Whilst he was still drunk?

Peter, Peter,
It's none of those things,
It's worse in a way,
In fact it just might sting,
What I need to say, well,
It might smart a bit,
But that is the reason ,
I asked you to sit,


Jesus, Jesus,
Don't beat round the bush,
Don't couch your terms,
Don't give me that mush,
I've been with you now
Long enough to know
You'll tell it to me straight,
And level with me.....so?

So?

Peter, Peter,
I've been praying for you,
I've been speaking to God,
Bad news though, Satan has too!
And what he had to say, well
It concerns you Pete,
You see, he's kind of asked,
To sift you,
You know,
Like wheat!

Jesus, Jesus,
You had me going there,
Phew, is that all?
You really gave me a scare
I'd expect it from him,
I'm sure it will be fine,
He's the accuser of the saints,
He must be asking that all the time

Jesus, Jesus,
So what did God say,
Told him just to 'do one' I expect,
God's so good that way
Told him; 'Look this is my son's mate,
You know, his right hand man,
Go on Satan, sling your hook
Who do you think I am?"

Peter, Peter,
Urmmmm
Not exactly..

Jesus, Jesus,,
It's not as if God would do that anyhow,
But I must admit,
I'm getting nervous now,
I mean as if God would put me in HIS hands,
And anyway what would he want with me?
Basically I'm  just a fisherman?

Peter, Peter,
Petey, Petey, Pete,
Don't get quite so nervous,
Stop pacing up and down the street
I know it's hard to hear,
And Look, this isn't sweet,
But, as I said before,
He's asked to sift you, just like wheat,

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,
Sift me like wheat you said?
Sifting sounds quite gentle
Is it like a lie in bed?,
Maybe not Boss, think!
Perhaps this is not so bad,
You can still get me out of this,
You're gonna have to call your Dad,

You can tell him to protect me,
To put an Angel over me,
Flaming sword aloft,
To sever in twain the enemy?

Mmm, Peter,  not exactly.
I know you don't want to feel the heat,
But I'm afraid that's not the plan,
I already spoke to him, Pete,
What did I say to him?
Pete, what did I ask?
I asked him not to spare you,
But to strengthen you for the task,

There is a purpose here,
Get the wind into your sail,
You can turn and strengthen brothers,
I've prayed Your faith wont fail,

Peter don't be afraid,
Oh Simon, Simon Pete,
I'm never going to leave you,
You have landed on your feet,
The worst is yet to come,
I'm afraid this still is true,
But you will strengthen others
After I have strengthened you.