How bitter I’ve become,
And angry, because of you, world.
You’ve turned and tossed me in your evil ways.
How corrupt you attempt to make me.
How dare you invade my space?
I hate you with a resentment I can barely contain.
But there is One whom has conquered you, world.
I am His, and I follow Him,
For I seek that His ways may become my own.
There may be times when you cause me to stumble and fall,
But it is He whom picks me back up.
So from you, world, is the way I choose to turn.
I’m free to write
Placed here by His grace.
I’m free to think,
And do, and be;
Therefore, I write, in praise.
I am simply
one in the whole of things,
and yet I pray
One can feel His presence in the quiet.
It is where we find His small voice whispering, still.
The noise of this world drowns out the spirit,
But in the quietness, His truth can be revealed.
Already having died through You
I’ve also been reborn
Living ‘mongst the dark ones
I wait for your return
My soul, it hungers everyday
Because I long for Truth,
So come and take me from this place
So I can be with You.
I know that I’m not perfect
I’m not yet meant to be
The One was ever perfect
Is the One who set me free
Born of a virgin woman
He walked amongst the lost
And died a most traumatic death –
He saved us on a cross
Perfection sacrificed Himself
Merciful and true
Jesus was the perfect lamb
Could ever make us new
And one day He will raise us up
We’ll meet Him face to face
It’s then we’ll gain perfection
According to His loving grace.