they would speak a thousand things

Songs

Awake [Based on Isaiah 52:1-2]

 

Awake Awake O Captive Daughter

You have been loosed from your chains

Awake Awake He is waiting

To clothe you with strength and beauty

 

Awake and arise – you are free

Rise up – open your eyes

You are made clean

He’s restored you to life

Once bound – now redeemed

He paid the price

Arise – you are free!

 

Awake Awake O Beloved Daughter

Shake off the dust from your past

Awake Awake He is calling

Come be washed and made new

Awake and arise – you are free

Rise up – open your eyes

You are made clean

He’s restore you to life

Once bound – now redeemed

He paid the price

Arise – you are free!

 

 

You shall not be disgraced or ashamed

For you have power over your enemy

Your Savior has made you pure

Your soul can rest – His love is sure

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Awake Awake O Precious Daughter

Live as you were created to be

O Princess of the King

Awake and Arise

Step into your Destiny.

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Coming Home

Why did I

Run away from You

Demanded to be paid

Listened to my pride

And wasted my life each day

You didn’t want me to leave

I betrayed you to follow my dreams

But I’m done going my own way…

I’m coming home

To the One I used to know

He’s looking out the window

For my return home

Who am I

That He is mad in love

With my unfaithful heart

Waiting for my cry

Calling to Him above

To take away all my sin

And restore my life to Him

The One who loved me from the start

Here I am

At your feet I bow

Make me your servant

I am yours but I don’t deserve it

I’m coming home

To the One I used to know

He’s looking out the window

For my return home

I’m running back

Into the arms of my Daddy

And He’s giving back to me

The life I’ve been lacking

He takes my hand in His

And looks me in the eye

Says “I love you more than words can say

I’ve been waiting for you to come home

Let’s go inside and celebrate!”

Finally, I’m home.


Her Story

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HER STORY is of bondage

a girl buried in her shame

no happy ending when you turn the page

the ink runs red with stains.

 

HER STORY is a lonely one

staring at the blades calling out

knowing soon the blood will come

too many tears to count.

 

a picture paints a thousand words

her scene is dull and grey

streams of blood flow from her arms

each day is more of the same

knowing only she is to blame

will she ever be whole

she asks, will my life ever change?

 

in HER STORY she dreams of HOPE

a life she never conceived

but pain overwhelms ‘til she can’t cope

falling to her knees begging please – help!

 

a picture paints a thousand words

her scene was dull and grey

streams of tears flow from her eyes

release from the pain of past years

she learned that she could never pay

the price required – He died in her place

now He writes HER STORY by His GRACE

 

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what’s her story?

 


My Obsession

Watch and be utterly amazed

Wonder and be astounded

Marvel at the majesty

Rebel against the flood of lies

Become obsessed with the love of Christ

He is my obsession

As love invades my life

I can’t use any discretion

Tell the whole world of Him

Filled with intense passion

He is my obsession

Experiencing His presence – I’m dazed

It begins to blow my mind

Revel in His grace for me

Rebel against the flood of lies

Become obsessed with the love of Christ

He is my obsession

As love invades my life

I can’t use any discretion

Tell the whole world of Him

Filled with intense passion

He is my obsession

I’m obsessed

And I can’t control

I cannot rest

Overflowing with grace

Rebel against the flood of lies

Become obsessed with the love of Christ.


Consuming Desire

This consuming desire

A craving that cannot be undone

Symbolic for the pain

Emptying my body – numb

No space to run

That which I cannot contain

 

There is no rational

No real or imaginable

Only desire uncontrollable

Consuming my will – irrevocable

 

This consuming desire

Engulfing the mind

Wants aflame inside

Spiraling out of control

Not a crevice to hide in

No hope in which to abide

 

There is no rational

No real or imaginable

Only desire uncontrollable

Consuming my will – irrevocable

 

The fire continues to burn

White hot with desire

No chance of putting out the flame

Not a safe place to turn

This consuming fire


Underneath My Scars

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Underneath my scars

There is more than you can see

The pain goes deep and far

And the scars come naturally

But underneath those scars

Is more than meets the eye

Look beyond the surface

Search underneath my scars

And you’ll find

 

More

His love goes so much deeper

I have a hope for life

There’s more than just a scar

Left over from before

There is so much more to me

 

Underneath my scars

There is a girl

Who is dying to be free

From the shame and misery

Because underneath those scars

That they all judge and define

Is the me that is reality

The scars I cannot hide

But if you search underneath my scars

You will find

 

I’m not just a line

Raised above my skin

Left over from a knife

I’m not what I have been

I’m not just the one who cuts

There’s more to my story

Just look underneath my scars.


My Soul Despairs

 

I am confined within this prison

Of my desperate, tortured heart and mind

Been abandoned by everyone

I had trusted to be kind

 

My voice is without a song

All my hurt lingers on

Pain envelopes my very being

When everyone I loved is leaving

My soul despairs

How can I change when all I feel is numb?

 

I am held hostage inside myself

In need of a knight to come and save me

Because I cannot escape this life in Hell

Will I be able to give someone my story?

 

My voice is without a song

All my hurt lingers on

Pain envelopes my very being

When everyone I loved is leaving

My soul despairs

When will I live if my life is over and done?

 

They say time and distance change you

But all I have is a knife spilling my blood

Just need to hear the cut sing true

In my skin cause I have no love or past

Can’t stop when everything is fading fast

Do I even give a care?

My soul despairs