This is the sound of the underground...
I’m sick of the hypocrisy in the church today.
All the Christians who sit back and talk
Why to do they let the problems go?
Just sit back, relax and enjoy the show
In a world where AIDS and poverty thrive
Can the gospel truly survive?
If we are the future as many will claim
Why is it our parents who get all the blame?
All I’m saying is its time for a change
We have to get into action and stop playing this game
People don’t get it when you try to reform
All people see is a youthful drive
The people think they know whats going on inside
This isn’t a plea for emotion or rage
This is a statement of mission for life
And this is the sound of the underground
The whisper of history shaping
Foundations shaking
Revolutionaries dreaming once again
Mystery is screaming in whispers
Conspiracy is breathing...
This is the sound of the underground.
2.26.2008
2.25.2008
I'm free...
(A poem from long ago...)
My heart is breaking, my arms are heavy.
I’m carrying the weight of a thousand feelings.
I see you in the hallway, my heart stops beating.
I hear your voice behind me and I want to turn my head…
Why is it so hard to just be your friend?
Why do I feel sick, every time you walk away?
How can I love you and not ever tell you…
What kind of friend am I?
I’m letting go. Its falling free.
No more burden, my heart’s liberty
I have my freedom, my love is my own.
This is the start of a Beautiful Friendship.
By letting go of my heart’s strong feelings
I’m hoping to love you as a sister, my friend.
I’d rather lose you as a lover,
To gain you as a friend.
I’m letting go. Its falling free.
No more burden, my heart’s liberty
I have my freedom, my love is my own.
This is the start of a Beautiful Friendship.
My heart is breaking, my arms are heavy.
I’m carrying the weight of a thousand feelings.
I see you in the hallway, my heart stops beating.
I hear your voice behind me and I want to turn my head…
Why is it so hard to just be your friend?
Why do I feel sick, every time you walk away?
How can I love you and not ever tell you…
What kind of friend am I?
I’m letting go. Its falling free.
No more burden, my heart’s liberty
I have my freedom, my love is my own.
This is the start of a Beautiful Friendship.
By letting go of my heart’s strong feelings
I’m hoping to love you as a sister, my friend.
I’d rather lose you as a lover,
To gain you as a friend.
I’m letting go. Its falling free.
No more burden, my heart’s liberty
I have my freedom, my love is my own.
This is the start of a Beautiful Friendship.
Staring Blankly Into Space
Staring blankly into space
I’m staring blankly into space.
It’s been so long since I’ve seen your face.
We used to talk for hours about nothing at all.
I’d be there to catch you if you’d fall.
But these nights seem to last forever
when I’m thinking of you and wishing you were here.
I just wish the loneliness hadn’t crept up on me so fast.
Now I’m living in the present trying to get back to the past.
I’m staring blankly into space.
It’s been so long since I’ve seen your face.
We used to talk for hours about nothing at all.
I’d be there to catch you if you’d fall.
But these nights seem to last forever
when I’m thinking of you and wishing you were here.
I just wish the loneliness hadn’t crept up on me so fast.
Now I’m living in the present trying to get back to the past.
A single candle burning at midnight (John 8:12)
We are a city on a hill.
Resting on a rock, while the world passes us by and sinks beneath the sand.
Intrigued, drawn in, by sinful pleasures and worldly lusts.
Its sad but true.
These people live in their tiny little bubbles, boasting of their riches and their power.
How can you boast in whats not yours?
Walking in darkness, opposing the light.
One day, it will all sink beneath the sand while you curse and burn in your eternal home.
I pray for you, hoping one day you will see the light of salvation.
If only your lies hadn’t entangled you so strongly,
you might have been saved.
But sin is in the heart of every man woman and child.
Its those that choose to follow the Light,
hating the darkness,
that will receive the light of life.
John 8:12
"I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life."
Resting on a rock, while the world passes us by and sinks beneath the sand.
Intrigued, drawn in, by sinful pleasures and worldly lusts.
Its sad but true.
These people live in their tiny little bubbles, boasting of their riches and their power.
How can you boast in whats not yours?
Walking in darkness, opposing the light.
One day, it will all sink beneath the sand while you curse and burn in your eternal home.
I pray for you, hoping one day you will see the light of salvation.
If only your lies hadn’t entangled you so strongly,
you might have been saved.
But sin is in the heart of every man woman and child.
Its those that choose to follow the Light,
hating the darkness,
that will receive the light of life.
John 8:12
"I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life."
2.24.2008
Meeting Jesus
Dying, breaking, Crying, shaking
The world is looking down on me
My time is running short
Why am I so scared of light?
Where are the heroes?
Where is my savior?
What am I going to do?
Where were the winners,
The rockstars, the singers?
Where were they last night?
Where were the preachers,
the teachers, the healers?
Where were they last night?
My Jesus came for the weak and the hurting
He offers salvation to the lost and the broken
My Jesus came for the jocks and junkies.
He offers redemption to the ruined and fallen
Why are the weak always losing ground?
Why do the winners have it all down?
Where are the Christians when I fall down?
Where are the heroes?
Where is my savior?
What am I going to do?
My Jesus came for the weak and the hurting
He offers salvation to the lost and the broken
My Jesus came for the jocks and junkies.
He offers redemption to the ruined and fallen
My Jesus is waiting, he’s watching you now,
What are you going to do?
The world is looking down on me
My time is running short
Why am I so scared of light?
Where are the heroes?
Where is my savior?
What am I going to do?
Where were the winners,
The rockstars, the singers?
Where were they last night?
Where were the preachers,
the teachers, the healers?
Where were they last night?
My Jesus came for the weak and the hurting
He offers salvation to the lost and the broken
My Jesus came for the jocks and junkies.
He offers redemption to the ruined and fallen
Why are the weak always losing ground?
Why do the winners have it all down?
Where are the Christians when I fall down?
Where are the heroes?
Where is my savior?
What am I going to do?
My Jesus came for the weak and the hurting
He offers salvation to the lost and the broken
My Jesus came for the jocks and junkies.
He offers redemption to the ruined and fallen
My Jesus is waiting, he’s watching you now,
What are you going to do?
Drowning (Psalm 69)
The waters are up to my neck, I’m beginning to lose consciousness.
I stepped too far and lost my foothold, sinking into the abyss of sea.
My throat is parched screaming, my eyes fail to see.
Save me! Save me! I’m drowning, Save me! Save! Me! Cause I can’t breathe.
You see right through me, you know me well.
I will fight for you, for your name. I would swim endless seas for you.
Alone, for I am a stranger in my own land.
Save me! Save me! I’m drowning (alone). Save me! (alone) Save! Me! Cause I can’t breathe.
Hypothermia sets in, this deathly feeling begins.
Life slips through my fingers, falls away from my grasp.
Reality becomes so true, this breath could be my last.
Answer me with your sure salvation.
Answer me with your sure salvation.
Answer me.
I stepped too far and lost my foothold, sinking into the abyss of sea.
My throat is parched screaming, my eyes fail to see.
Save me! Save me! I’m drowning, Save me! Save! Me! Cause I can’t breathe.
You see right through me, you know me well.
I will fight for you, for your name. I would swim endless seas for you.
Alone, for I am a stranger in my own land.
Save me! Save me! I’m drowning (alone). Save me! (alone) Save! Me! Cause I can’t breathe.
Hypothermia sets in, this deathly feeling begins.
Life slips through my fingers, falls away from my grasp.
Reality becomes so true, this breath could be my last.
Answer me with your sure salvation.
Answer me with your sure salvation.
Answer me.
2.20.2008
A Cry Out to God
need your help. I need your strength
Show me how to show you, to those all around me.
I want to sing your praise. I want to shout your name.
I want to live your grace. I want to give you thanks.
Teach me to love them as I love your children.
Teach me to fight for the ones who are broken.
Show me a way to love all your children.
Break my heart for the lost and the hurting.
Tear me apart for the sick and the broken.
Why do I ignore them when they are your children.
How can I love them, these who are fallen?
Teach me to love them as you love your children.
Teach me to fight for the ones who are broken.
Show me a way to love all your children.
I want to fight for the hurting, Help out the lowly,
Sing for the broken, Pray for the fallen
I want to show them your mercy
So that they can see Jesus
I want to go. I want to run
I want to fight the fight
And give my life
I want to go, not sit and wait
Its time to go…
Its time to go
Show me how to show you, to those all around me.
I want to sing your praise. I want to shout your name.
I want to live your grace. I want to give you thanks.
Teach me to love them as I love your children.
Teach me to fight for the ones who are broken.
Show me a way to love all your children.
Break my heart for the lost and the hurting.
Tear me apart for the sick and the broken.
Why do I ignore them when they are your children.
How can I love them, these who are fallen?
Teach me to love them as you love your children.
Teach me to fight for the ones who are broken.
Show me a way to love all your children.
I want to fight for the hurting, Help out the lowly,
Sing for the broken, Pray for the fallen
I want to show them your mercy
So that they can see Jesus
I want to go. I want to run
I want to fight the fight
And give my life
I want to go, not sit and wait
Its time to go…
Its time to go
Thoughts on the Resurrection of Jesus Christ
What a beautiful morning when I saw the rolled stone
When I looked into darkness and saw nothing there
What a glorious act that I can see
That love is walking toward me alive and free
For me he died and went to the ground
For Him, he rose and shook the world
I want to tell the world about the one who walked out
I want to show the world the love that sent him down
If they knew what they were
If they knew where they’d be
I want to show them where they can go
The horrible morning when the sun went down
When the curtains fell and death broke down
When the man of men climbed upon that tree
That was the day I was set free
When I looked into darkness and saw nothing there
What a glorious act that I can see
That love is walking toward me alive and free
For me he died and went to the ground
For Him, he rose and shook the world
I want to tell the world about the one who walked out
I want to show the world the love that sent him down
If they knew what they were
If they knew where they’d be
I want to show them where they can go
The horrible morning when the sun went down
When the curtains fell and death broke down
When the man of men climbed upon that tree
That was the day I was set free
American Genocide
What right do we have to fight the good fight, when we gave up the right to prevent genocide?
How can we say that we are the best, when the streets of America run red with their blood.
Its an American Genocide that we are promoting, when we sit idly by and do nothing
What are we doing, in a country not our own, while the blood is running in our own dooryards?
Why are fighting for rights in the East, while our very own nation murders four thousand a day?
Its an American Genocide that we are promoting, when we sit idly by and do nothing
Its an American Genocide, and I’m not going quiet.
Its an American Genocide, and we stand by and watch.
Its an American Genocide and its time to make it right.
How can we say that murder is wrong, when we legitimize this genocide?
Why are we realizing the kingdom of God, and forgetting the murder of so many today?
Its an American Genocide that we are promoting, when we sit idly by and do nothing
Its an American Genocide, and I’m not going quiet.
Its an American Genocide, and we stand by and watch.
Its an American Genocide and its time to make it right.
How can we say that we are the best, when the streets of America run red with their blood.
Its an American Genocide that we are promoting, when we sit idly by and do nothing
What are we doing, in a country not our own, while the blood is running in our own dooryards?
Why are fighting for rights in the East, while our very own nation murders four thousand a day?
Its an American Genocide that we are promoting, when we sit idly by and do nothing
Its an American Genocide, and I’m not going quiet.
Its an American Genocide, and we stand by and watch.
Its an American Genocide and its time to make it right.
How can we say that murder is wrong, when we legitimize this genocide?
Why are we realizing the kingdom of God, and forgetting the murder of so many today?
Its an American Genocide that we are promoting, when we sit idly by and do nothing
Its an American Genocide, and I’m not going quiet.
Its an American Genocide, and we stand by and watch.
Its an American Genocide and its time to make it right.
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