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Can't take down the walls yet.
How can I help them?
They let
down their guard
If I let mine
down will they find
they no longer have the
strong walls around my heart
to lean upon?

Or shall we lean upon each other,
and with God's assistance

Filling life with trivialities,
trying to forget the way it's supposed to be,
wondering why you haven't heard the sounds of His love.
He's showing you, my child, but not ways you're thinking of.

Listen to that still small voice.
You can hear all God's creatures in Heaven and Earth rejoice
when you listen to that still small voice.

He isn't
when you're hustling through the day.
He is
when silently on your knees you pray.
He don't need to yell or make a big rucus
because when you hear His voice you'll be thunderstruck.

Pray loud or silently; sit, kneel, or stand.
Simply reach out and he'll reach in his hand
The Lord loves to hearr from you in any way at all,
but He's not gonna reveal himself until you call
Then just Listen.

Don't put up walls or crowd him out.
He'll show you where you're headed, He'll show you the route.
Don't try to forget him, he ain't forgot you
Just let him show you what you're supposed to do.

Listen to that still small voice
Yes, all of God's creatures in heaven and earth rejoice
when they listen to that still small voice.

With language and biology the answer can't be found,
No form of trigonometry stands on solid ground.
The ultimate answer, it ain't nothing you can learn in school:
just give your life to Jesus and follow all His rules.

When I was a little child Mom & Daddy knew it all.
But then I went to school and found out they were wrong.
Then in the world I loved the world, yet I thought that no one cared
But then Jesus found me, and now I know he's always there.

I Thought the knowledge of the world would help me through,
but now I know it won't, that's why I'm telling you
to love your God, not your knowledge, not your money too
'Cause once you're dead what good will it all be to you?

Depending on the world to keep you outta hell?
You never know just when you might get killed.
Think the knowledge of the world'll help you through?
Well, once you're dead, what good will it all be to you?

With language or biology the answers can't be found.
No form of trigonometry stands on solid ground.
The final answer isn't nothing you can learn in school
Just give your life to Jesus and follow all His rules!

How can I tell you what I have to say?
How can I thank you for what you mean to me?
It is you to whom I owe my life
for it is you life that set me free.

Your death gave me life,
such a painful death too.
My sin you bore, and the world's-
So what can I give to you?
Was a life lived, a death died
for this world so cruel?
You lived your life perfectly,
followed all our Father's rules,
taught us how to think each day,
how to talk, and think, and pray;
All this you did for sinful me
and others who still don't see.

Help Me, Lord, to show them the way.
Help me the gospel to live.
Because, for me you gave your life,
For you my life I'll give.

Amen.

The Light of the World is shining on you. Are you comfortably sleeping or letting in through? Could I see Son-Light in your eyes? Are you listening to their cries? To those in the darkness groping about you're dimming your candle, snuffing it out. Step farther and farther away from the Father. You claim religion: why do you bother? It's shining, and we can see, if boy, girl, woman, man, if you've been in His Light, you've got a "Son-Tan!" Doesn't come in a bottle, no bronzer can fake, just accept His Light-- what a difference it makes! The Light in the Darkness, The Salt that Preserves, The People who Reach Out; You've got lots of nerve to say you don't need His gift, to not give it out to those in the darkenss when we should shout and sing to the world in each way we can. So I'll get, keep, and show it: My precious "Son-Tan."

Arise!
Wake and see this
new dawn!
The night lasts,
yet not forever.

I pray for those
on the other side of the world
in darkness:

That they too
shall live
to see
this dawn

Isaiah 60:1-3(NIV):
   1 Arise, shine, for your light has come
        and the glory of the LORD rises upon you.
   2 See, darkness covers the earth
        and think darkness over the peoples,
     but the Lord rises upon you.
        and His glory appears over you.
   3 Nations will come to your light,
        and kings to the brightness of your dawn.

The future seemed so easy
looking through the eyes of a child,
but now I've grown, and so have my hopes and fears, and while
I'm reflecting on the past
I know You'll help me through.
When the chaos seems unending,
still my life belongs to You.

So remind me why I love You.
Show me why You care.
Tell me why sometimes it seems
You just aren't there.

Now sometimes in my pain
others seem better than who I know.
The hope they give, what seems like love,
but in the end I always seem to go
running back to You, the one I love,
who I know loves me most of all.
Showing me Your undying love,
forgiving me, picking me up when I fall.

The times I thought You didn't care
are now all in the past,
and I know that I'm forgiven
because Your love was made to last.

Sh, what's that I hear?
Someone whispered in my ear,
said He loved me oh, so dear.
Sh, I heard a sigh.
Someone suffered, bled, and cried,
loved you and I all so much that He died.

Sh, I heard a tear. Fell from an eye so dear. An eye in which I see such pain. Sh, child, hear His grace. Listen to His voice, seek His face. And let his mercy fall around you like rain. Hear the saviour calling? Do you hear that little whisper. Hear the saviour calling you? It's the breeze, not the thunder. Hear that voice, that beautiful song of grace. It's such a wonder.

And so I looked, and saw a young girl, in royal robe and cape, in a small room, in a tall tower.

"Look Closer," He said, and I was shown the robe's exquisite gold embroidery, the fine stonework on the walls, the beauty of the young face.

"Thank you," I replied, wondering what all of this could mean.

But He said, "Look Closer."

Then he showed me the fine textures of individual threads, the smooth complexion, the soft hair, the individual chisel marks in the stone.

I marveled at the beauty and intricacy, saying, "It would take forever to appreciate everything here, even in this simple place!"

And He replied, "Which is why, my child, that's exactly what I've given you."

There once was a man who had a son
who left, lived bad, and then came home.
His brother got jealous, like we often do.
Maybe he thought his father a fool.

The prodigal's brother forgot what it's worth:
Righteous? It's dirty rags, no matter your birth.

Young man walks in, long hair, ripped blue jeans,
Faded old T-shirt, but at least he was clean.
Older ones whispered, Younger ones stared.
He never came back, because he was scared.
That prodigal brother in the old blue jeans,
will he never know Jesus because You were mean?
Or if he stays at church, and starts to attend,
will he find you enemy or friend?

We prodigal siblings forget what it's worth.
Righteous? it's dirty rags, no matter your birth.
What kind of brother are you?
What kind of sister are you?
God loves him, now you love him, too.

All to thee, Lord, I surrender.
Yes, all to thee I give:
not just things, but Lord for you
this life you gave me to live.
Not my will, but thine, Lord,
in my life be done.
So, Holy Spirit, each day help me
to show everyone.

Read and pray, turn night to day,
I'll shine my "Son-light."
Follow your way, I won't stray
to the left or to the right.
Father fill me, I'll do your will
though others think me odd.
The Lord will be my shepard
and I'll be a lamb of God.

"Welcome to my humble shop!"
the salesman said to me.
"Would you just maybe like
to try a cup of tea?
We have iniqui-tea, impuri-tea --"
I cut him off and said,
"But don't you have the good stuff?"
"Oh, we've got better stuff, instead!
Like insiani-tea, oh, and here you go,
top-of-the-line immorali-tea!"
I replied, "But none of that junk
goes well with eterni-tea!"
I continued, "Try some puri-tea!
Or incorruptibili-tea!
And morali-tea is --" he interrupted,
"But What about likeabili-tea?"
"What about Christiani-tea?
It comes already sweetened with love!"
"well," he said, "We have something like that,
but not the kind from above."
"Well, I don't want that kind!
I want something money can't buy!"
"Oh, all that stuff went out years ago,
but here's some costly stuff to try!"
I said, "You know, I find all this
rather hard to believe,
since forgiveness is a free gift
and all you must do is recieve."

(V1:)
What's happening to morality?
Nothing's sin anymore.
No absolutes, boundaries shifting,
God will never shut the door.
Little sins compared to big sins,
Aren't they all OK?
There's no black and there's no white
Everything's just gray.

(ch)
Grey Area
No certain perfect standard.
Grey Area
And I just can't stand it
that we can say
that it's OK
to live so selfishly.
The Bible's absolute,
No Grey area.

(V2:)
The Bible says there's absolutes
no matter what men say.
It's really not biblically right
to do drugs or be gay.
There really is a thing called sin,
ignore it though we might.
It's also wrong not to take this truth
out into the night.

(V3:)
How can we sit back and say
In the name of God,
"You'll be accepted by Him
no matter which path you trod."
We've been given absolutes:
the narrow path's the way.
The only way to know this truth
is to study and to pray.

What do you do when you can't have
what you
desire?

Do you just ignore it?
(or at least try?)

Do you take it?
(and suffer the consequesnces?)

Do you just use it?
(and know, each time you do, that it's not yours?)

Do you hide it?
(and not be able to enjoy it yourself?)

Do you destroy it?
(and then know that no one else can take pleasure in it?)

or
Do you simply love it?
(and know that it, and others, will be able to enjoy it's freedom?)

Don't tell me how you live your life:
I been there, bought that T-shirt.
Then I wore it all around.
I know how much it can hurt.
I went back there a couple times,
and then a couple more,
always wearing that T-shirt to show
that I'd been there before.
I even bought some souveniers
and brought them home with me.
Showed them off to a few people who were where I ought to be.
Wasting money, wasting time,
wasting away in sin,
forgetting about Jesus,
and how he took me in.
I brought some people along with me, I brought some people down.
forgetting that I'd ever been called,
helping people drown.
Then I met someone who brought me back
out of all that scum.
But I put that T-shirt in my drawer
(and tell me this ain't dumb)
it got set under my Christian T's,
but it was always there.
I knew I shouldn't have it,
but I really didn't care!
It lurked under the surface,
yes, it lurked under my skin.
The memory, the selfishness,
it wouldn't let Christ in.
I wondered why I wasn't touched by Christ-
touched in the head-
touched by anything that wanted touching-
I was dead.
That same someone found that T-shirt
still sitting in my drawer,
and helped me toss it out!
It ain't there anymore!
And so I say in Christian Love
to you, my hurting friend,
Throw away the souveniers
and never go back again.

All my songs mean nothing
without your grace.
They look forward to the day
I'll see Your face.
By your mercy I have joy,
In Your glory, oh, my King,
"Because You are my help I sing
in the shadow of Your wings."

I don't mean a thing, just a vapor is my life. Everything I do doesn't bring even a single speck of Light. Because of you, Father, my life finally means something. "Because You are my help I sing in the shadow of Your wings."

You love me, Oh, my Father,
and I walk in your ways.
You teach and correct me
when I go astray.
My Comforter, My Counsellor,
You're my Everything.
"Because You are my help I sing
in the shadow of Your wings."