Falling for Grace

Fallen Angels
Broken wings,
Wounded hearts
Helpless things,
Walking dead,
Trapped in Sins,

You know that I'm just falling for grace,

Trapped inside,
My little head,
All the things,
I wished I'd said,
All my shame
And my regret,

You know that I'm Just falling for grace,

I knew my place,
But lost my way,
There is nothing ,
Left to say,
Please forgive me,
Anyway....

I'm just falling for grace,

You've been here,
A long time now,
But I never,
Understood how,
You could love me,
How couldst Thou?

You know Lord, I'm just falling for grace,

You lift me up,
But it's a long way down,
I don't want,
To see you frown,
I took the mercy,
I stole the crown,

You know, I'm just falling for grace,

I took what I,
Did not deserve,
I came for worship,
You came to serve,
You talked straight,
But I threw a curve,

But I'm just falling for grace,

It's so amazing,
So divine
How you took,
This soul of mine,
I was not grateful,
I did decline,

But now I'm just falling for grace

I cannot lose,
I cannot win,
I can't muck up
Or out-sin,
At the end of me,
You just begin,

I'm just falling for grace,

Your grace; it taught,
My heart to fear,
It drew my soul,
It bought me near,
It said the words,
I need to hear,

"You know that I'll just pour out my grace"

And now I've just fallen for grace

When Cultures Colide

When Cultures collide
When you cant decide
Stood on a rock,

Or caught in a mudslide,
Standing strong,
Or swaying side to side,
Stood apart or joined,
like a groom to a bride,
When cultures collide,

I will build my church

When cultures collide
and it causes pride to rise,
crawling in dog-dung,
to reach for the skies,
When visions of grandeur,
Fill the children's eyes,
The lust of the flesh
And the pride of Life,
Is all we ever see advertised,
When cultures collide

I will build my church

The kingdom culture of humility,
To lift others up,
To see less of me,
But the spirits of the age are stood by like vultures,
to pick the flesh from the bones of this haughty, culture,
As we cultivate, court compatibility,
Are we lost in the waves of this culture,
Like we're lost out at sea,
Or do we catch the surf,
and serve God on the surface of this culture of earth,
do we ride the waves,
to the birth of new birth,
and return to shore,
to claim what's yours,
When cultures collide

I will build my church,

When cultures collide,
Can we close our eyes,
Do we run and hide,
Or simply criticise,
While their spirits, fade,
And the children die,
and we cower in corners,
and close the blinds
but the darkness does not hide us yet,
it is as light,
to the one who sets
stars in place,
and causes the Sun to rise
With the light inside,
Can we close our eyes,
And tell ourselves it's too dark?
And it's not time to leave this ark,
And repopulate with light,
Blindness giving way to so much sight,
when cultures collide

I will build my church

Sometimes we must spit in the mud,
pressing thumbs into sockets
we start to manipulate and rub,
Is this the way to bring sight?
But darkness will be overcome by the creativity of light,

I will build my church

Is it too vast,
Is it too big,
Are we too small,
To rise to the challenge of this gig
As Goliath towers,
as his insults, hiss,
With a head that big,
We could never miss,

I will Build My Church

And who would have seen.
Such opportunities,
For light coming in times' dark as these?

We are not grasshoppers, in their eyes,
We shall not be,
as faithless spies
For giants are smaller,
Than the one enthroned above skies,
Enthroned over the Universe,
King Jesus forever,
Through every chapter and verse,
The bridegroom to come,
When cultures collide,

I will Build my church,

When cultures collided,
At Golgotha , it was so one sided,
They never stood a chance,
God led them all in a merry dance
The meeting of Jerusalem and Rome,
Of law and of grace,
The towel and the throne,
Of religion and freedom,
Of darkness and light,
The collision course set for a hell of a fight,

Yet he won it by giving up,
His life unto death,
When his heartbeat had stopped,
When he exhaled his last breath,
He pulled of the greatest victory yet,

And instead of uprising or riot,
all was darkness and quiet,

Instead of conflict or violence,
His body hung in abject silence

Till earthquake ripped open graves,
And three days later,
He rose to save,

When cultures collide,

I will build my church,

And they will be overcomers,
They will be people winners,
They will be fighting warriors
they will be reaching sinners,
they will be table turners,
They will be death defiers,
They will be evil-spurners,
They will be lighting fires
They will be hope givers,
They will be hungry feeders,
They will be listening ears,
They will go where the need is,
They will be holding hands,
They will be truth speakers,
They will be claiming land,
They will be peace makers,
They will be Gospel sayers
They will be chain breakers,
They will  be My bride,
I will walk by their side

Fear not,

For, in all things,

When cultures collide,

I will build my church

And it will never fail,

And hells gates shall never prevail,

I will Build my Church















 

Gagging Jesus

Jesus spoke
Such sledgehammer words
Resounding on the hard cold anvil
Of cast iron conscience

The world cannot
Cover it's ears
Against such volume,
Against the ringing,
Against the peel of the bell,
Of his lips,

They had to crucify
Such volume,

God on mute,
Jesus Gagged,

That such things be asked of us,
Some would rather,
Lie on the seabed,
And pull the Mountains over their heads like a cover,
Than hear such words,

And even his church,
Won't hear his words,
On wealth and poverty,
Or on hell,
On counting the cost
And taking up the Cross,

They are gagging Jesus,
To this day,

And the Jesus they allow,
To speak through the gag,
is muffled,

And the life we live,
On whispered mishearings,
Make us wonder from the truth,
From Hot to warm,
Warm, warm,
Getting colder,
Colder still,
Luke warm

And the Jesus we have gagged,
Starts gagging,

The Creed

I believe in God the Father Almighty,
The one who made the heavens, the stars and the earth,
The one who spoke his light into the darkness,
The one who made life by his breath and his word,
The one who bought all things into existence,
Who watches over Sparrows and clothes the flowers of the field,
I believe in the one who sustains the tiny and the mighty,
I'm down on my knees,
My spirit yields.

I believe.

Yeah I believe in his love, his power and his glory,
I'm pursuing the pursuer, counting up the cost of his Kingdom's worth,
I believe in God, the father, Almighty,
I believe in the Creator of heaven and earth,
And I believe in Jesus Christ his only Son, Our Lord,
Come to us by Virgin birth,

Who being in very nature God,
Did not see it as something to be grasped,
He took on flesh, the very nature of a servant,
Serving our needs before we'd even asked

Who was conceived by the Holy Spirit,
God in very nature, and yet very God and very man,
Born in a humble stable to The Virgin Mary,
Born to do for us what we never can,

For my sins and yours, he Suffered under Pontius Pilate,
For my sin he was strung up and hung up, He was crucified,
The perfect sacrifice for Sin, it's all atoned for,
For this he came and he bled and he died,

I believe.

I believe.
He descended down to the dead,
His lifeless body laid in a rich man's tomb,
On the third day
The stone was rolled away,
He rose again,
Death could not defeat the one who sprang from the virgins womb,

I believe.

I believe;

He is seated at the right hand of the Father,
He took his place at his side, his work finished, he sat down,
He bears the name every tongue will confess,
Every knee shall bow before this throne and pay homage to this crown,

He will come again to judge the living and the dead,
Not in a stable but in the clouds, every eye will see.
Even those that pierced him, will look upon him,
Not humbled, not forsaken but glorified, as he shall ever be,

I believe in the Holy Spirit,
The comforter, the enabler, the one just like Jesus,
My Guide and my friend,
I believe in his gifts and his work in my salvation,
A deposit in us guaranteeing that we are his belonging,
And will be, forever without end,

I believe in The Holy catholic Church,
The universal communion of saints, The lovers bride,
I believe in the forgiveness of sins, I believe in sin dealt with, paid for,
Not merely set aside.

I believe.

I believe these truth's are self evident, and eternal,
I believe these eternal truths are universal,
But more than that I believe the one who makes the universal personal,
I believe this is the play, not the rehearsal.

He came for me.

And now I believe in the resurrection of the body,
That if I should die, this won't be the end,
because I believe in life everlasting,
Life, love and glory forever,
and ever, and ever,
and
Amen

Precipice

I'm on the precipice,
Of all of this,
Lust and love,
And longing wish
Is,
Calling me to this
Abyss,

To dive,
And dine and die,
To fall with grace,
If not to fly,

And I don't want to ask why,
Or why not,
I want to see this,
See what it's got,
In store,
But what's more,
How far down is the floor,
 

I emerged,
From thickest bush,
Beset, clawing and straining for the open space between the branch,
Beyond my sight,
Into this,
This precipice,
And now I don't know,
What I wish.
 

I'm just going to stand here for a while.

Nirvana Carol verse #1 (Come as You are)

He came as a man,

As a friend,
As he wanted us to be
Took on flesh, served us all
In all humility

 

Late in time, behold him, come,
The choice is yours, don't be late,
Take him in,
He'll fill your soul,

 

Eternally, Eternally,
Eternally, Eternally

 

Come as you are, doused in mud,
As He knows you to be
You can mend, all your sin
As an old,

 

Memoria, memoria
Memoria, memoria

 

And I swear that we don't have a hope
No I don't have a hope
No I don't have a hope

,

Without Jesus, Without Jesus
Without Jesus, without Jesus,

So come, as you are, at Christmas time,

Like he came,

In all humility,

Lay it down, Bring your gift,

Bring yourself
To the foot of the tree

The Bells of Bartella

I heard hope today,
Returning to the land,
The hope thrown to the wind,
And scattered in the sand,

The blood that drained,
And soaked away there,
That bought with it death,
And the silence of despair,

And the silence of the voices,
Of those who lived in fear,
The silence of the western world,
Where no one wants to hear,

The justice that was silenced,
By the bark of Kalashnikov
And the silence of the voices,
Calling off the dogs,

The cries for help that never came,
Smothered by the bombs,
Mothers cries for Children,
Children's cries for Mums,

The silence of indifference,
Where was God, where was his love?
And where was the sound of hope,
Calling from above,

The desert now was waiting,
Ravaged by the winds of war,
And howling shrills of violence,
For the sounds from long before,

For the sound from all creation,
Calling all things well,
Calling out new life,
The peal of the bell,

Clear, and strong, and defiant,
The bell calls into the wind,
And the wilderness is surrendering,
It's children up again,

I heard the sound of hope today,
Ringing as a bell,
Summoning hope from death,
And calling us back from hell,

Like the silence never really came,
For the hope never died, nor lost it's smile,
Only the gaps between the claps,
Got longer for a while.


I heard hope today,
Returning to the land,
Hope that had been thrown to the wind,
And scattered in the sand,
Now returning to the hand.