You... ARE the Father!

Copyright 2011 A Peace of crySTYLE

God I must give you all the glory

Because your Son's blood re-wrote my story

No need to go to Maury; I already know you're the Father

The paternity test rests in your word so why should I bother?

My brother is the Son of Man; I'm a child of the Lamb

So when people ask who sent me, I'll say, "The Great I AM."

Man, I'm blessed just to be called His own; He has never left me alone

And when I need Him, I don't have to use a phone; no matter the zone

Doesn't matter about how long the distance may be, there's no fee

I can boldly come before His throne of grace for free

Some may say I'm worthless, but my Father knew my worth

He deemed me priceless even before my birth

Like a body needs a shirt or a woman wears a skirt

In the same manner my big Brother's blood covered my dirt

I wore a mask to cover my hurt; but He said, "It's all in the past.

Whom the Son sets free is free indeed; it's not supposed to last."

As I look at the task before me, it consists of a lot of races

But God is my coach; his word is my water, so I'll tie up my laces

And because God is for me, there's no such thing as 2nd and 3rd places

I know the race is not given to the swift nor the strong

But to the one that endures because the road is long

And Father I'm holding on, I got your blood running through my vein

Since the transfusion of your Son's blood, I haven't been the same

Even though I lose my life, I found out in you I still gain

Your grace and mercy falls freely like pouring rain

As your children, you've never paid child support to support us

You said you'd give us our heart's desire if we have faith and trust ya

Oh Father I trust ya, from Alaska back to Russia

Your people love ya; and there is no one above ya

We hide your word in our heart like a cop going undercover

You know the chapters in our life from cover to cover

I can't afford to pay the bill of life but your Son said, "I got it covered."

And I've realized that there is none before You and after, there is no other

God I give you praise, there are days I'm so amazed

Of all the forms to express the heart, you said go in this way

And there's no way I could go on without you

That's like trying to fix something broken with no tool, a car with no fuel

No water in a pool, Randy and Simon without Paula Abdul

Okay, okay Lord you see where I'm going with this

If you hadn't saved me and changed me, I'd be living but wouldn't exist

You let them to nail your Son's feet and wrist, allowed Judas to kiss Him

As they pierced Him, they laughed and dissed Him

And You had to turn Your back as though You didn't miss Him

But He still said He loved them, for You to forgive them

Even the sinner on the cross realized he would need him

My brother asked, "Why has thou forsaken me," but He rose on day three

So that in You we can have victory and live for eternity

So I don't have to take you on TV and say I'm 1000% sure; I know

Because I'm made in your image from my head to my toes

And it shows because people can tell I'm your child

Otherwise they'd ask, "How can you look like Him still living foul?"

So Father with your help, I'll spread your word for distribution

So our family can grow as we await our Family Reunion!

Weather Report

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I go outside, get the paper skipping to the weather pages

Looking out the window hoping the weather changes

Because there's a storm going on spiritually

Yet it’s causing me to get stronger lyrically

Am I partly cloudy? There's always a chance for rain

I'm up to my waist in water; why does it continue to flood?

The clouds that I once stared at in awe, stare back in gray

Let me turn on the news and see what the weather guy has today

"Your life is experiencing a great storm; winds are really starting to blow,"

I think to myself and tell him, "Say nothing I don't know."

"Before you enjoy your harvest, you gotta know what it's like during a famine

Let's look at your 7-day forecast to further examine

A "Hell" storm is coming and its headed right for you

But as long as you’re covered in the blood, there's nothing it can do

The after-effects could include "Job-like" weather

You know, things getting worse, you'll sit and wonder when will it get better

But at the end of the week, everything is going to clear up; the sun will shine

The Father said He'll keep you in perfect peace; just keep Him on your mind

It's looking bad, I won't lie, looks like you've been caught in this forever

I only report the weather, but I serve someone who can keep you together."

I turn off the TV and look toward Heaven and my precious Savior

"Lord, you said you'd never leave me nor forsake me, so I ask for favor

My umbrella isn't strong enough, my coat can't endure

But I've seen pictures of the sun and the clouds, so I know for sure

This weather has got to clear up because I'm tired of getting wet

And you told me not to worry but to give thanks, so I'll try not to fret

You're the same Lord who stood in the boat and told the wind to cease

If the wind back then obeyed you, Lord I know you can tell this one to decrease

Seems like everything has been taken away from me, it's a shame

But I remember your promise; so, I'll "dance in the Son" while "Singing in the rain"

Would you look at that? A little sun is coming out...

God thank you for the sun....

Inspiration: Jehovah Jireh

The Rose Behind the Thorns

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God I confess:

Seems like my flesh is constantly pricked by thorns...

Transform? No, let's talk being reborn

Create in me a clean heart; renew in me a right spirit

So that I'll be obedient to your voice when I hear it

I know I've disappointed you, so I ask your forgiveness

Because only you can restore my joy and bring me rest

This quest to blossom seems like it’s taking forever

But I can't think of a time you've left me...ever

Like Paul, my thorn has me torn because I really want to please you

I must praise you through the storm so I can be renewed

I'm waiting, being patient; don't want to lose my faith

Your mercy is great, and great things come to those who wait

You caught me on tape, yes it's me; I'm guilty

I'm not worthy to be in your presence because I am so filthy

So dirty, my God; I don't deserve thee; it hurts me

Because my beauty is covered by spiritual scars

I need to be reconstructed with Jesus' blood as my tar

Holy? You are Daddy; I long for you to smooth out my stem

So when I'm picked, I'll be that Proverbs 18:22, 30:10 and perfect for "Him"

Daddy, I slipped out of your will; I feel the disappointment

But in the name of Jesus, the devil's defeated because I'm anointed

I say bye to "I" because "I" isn't a part of the equation

I've been stuck on this step too long, its time to reach the nations

You're able to keep me as long as I want to be kept from falling

And you said, "Make your requests known;" so that's why I'm calling

God, how can I be an effective witness in the ministry

When you look at me? I'm not even where I'm supposed to be

I'm starving and I can't grow without your food

And I know if I eat, I'll be feasting on the truth

So Daddy, this thorn has been here too long

So cut these thorns as I grow strong enough to move on

I haven't be picked because I need to blossom in you

So when they see my beauty, they'll really see you...

With each pedal I receive, its only strength to conquer the storm

That's why "He who wants (this) rose must respect the thorns."

I've been broken whole...