Advocate

I saw him.
I heard him.
I know what hes done.
Im a heinsight witness
and I pronounce him guilty of wrong.

If it pleases the court,
I call Caleb to the stand.
Sit alone, young man.
Judge on the left,
Prosecutor on the right hand.

Who here can deny his guilt?
Who here could defend?
Who here can speak on his behalf?
Who here could represent?

I can.
I am the Lord God Almighty
and I am his defense.
Died on the tree for recompense.
The verdict is sealed.
the eternal sentence
is life and life more abundantly.
With me.

Romans 8:18

When Im lost, When Im feeling all alone.
My strength is torn.
When my faith is weak
and the monkeys on my back,
they climb inside.
I know that you are with me,
but do I hear your voice?
In spite of all my pain,
despite of all this noise?
This wretched man with these
empty priorities,
is crying at his knees.

Its not worthy to be compared
to when I finally see the glory that is revealed.
and when im finally there
For all eternity,
My Savior I shall see.
Ill praise my God my king.
And on that glad morning,
all my suffering
was not worthy to be compared.

I used to live my days
for this present time.
Filling up my waiste
of Life's worthless rhyme.
But now I live my days,
my minutes, my seconds, my hours
only for your grace;
your redeeming power.
When your filled with strife
and the worries of this life
just remember Pilgrim
that this world is not your home.
This world is not your home.

Its not worthy to be compared
to when WE finally see
the glory that is revealed.
And when were finally there
for all eternity,
our Savior were gunna see.
Well praise our God, our King.
And on that glad morning
all our suffering
was not worthy to be compared.

The Laodicean "Faucet"

I use a faucet to wash my hands.
Turn the knob, turn the knob.
Find my desired temperature.
I need to be comfortable,
I need to be warm.
But He would rather me hot or cold.
He would rather me in or out.
He would rather me mild or bold
Refrained or ready to shout.
God Forbid we cower between the lukewarm
of ease and comfort and indifference.

Life, the Pyrrhic Victory

Prosperity is the wine of fools.
Drunk with the world and its
fortune and fame
You get the pleasures for a season
But the eternal season remains.
Reaching to attain
a prize that can never be gained.
A few good memories
of a life that will one day be undone.
Sand castles when the storms come
are only dust and earth.
You could gain this whole world
and lose your soul;
Tell me, what is it worth?