See Sick

I'm see sick, please quit
Stop the ship, please quick
I wasn't ready for the water; wasn't ready for the waves
I'm trying to live; not make the ocean my grave
I'm moved by what I see instead of allowing faith to move me
If faith is the evidence, my doubt is a hindrance
If Hebrews 11 is my guidance, fear shouldn't be in the same sentence
Just because the sun ain't shining doesn't mean its not there
Just because we can't “feel” God doesn't mean he doesn't care
Just because it ain't happened yet, don't scream, “It's not fair,”
God is behind the scenes working but our disbelief makes us unaware
Count it all joy when you face trials; perseverance comes from testing our faith
God's delay is not a deny; good things come to those who wait
God will renew my strength if I don't faint
I'm only looking at the color instead of the whole picture God paints
We tell God about our problems when our problem should learn about our God
Angels readily waiting to be dispatched; no one can beat His squad
Can't you feel it in the spirit? It's time to shift the way we think
God is my missing link; Jesus signed the dotted line, his blood was the ink
Without faith, moving God is practically impossible
Don't doubt what He can do for with God all things are possible
So if my sight is blind, its about time I take God's hand at the altar
God could be testing me... I guess I'll go ahead and step out on the water...

What Do You See?

We don't know what we want so with you we flirt

We chose to go steady with sin so we treat you like dirt

As though you don't hurt, like you don't have a heart

Like you don't have feelings, like you don't love hard

Oh God, have we become so caught up that we have forgotten about you?

We only want you for what you give and not because you’re true!?

God forgive us for eating the wrong things

For ignoring you when you were pulling our heart's strings

Forgotten until you’re needed, Lord how dare we?

That's like a Freeman returning to the slave mentality

Your love for us is stronger, but when put you on the side

You call us to seek you but inside we wanna hide

Our hearts, this mind; our body, our time

God dwell in us so people will see the Son shine

Help us God! We need to come back to our first love

So when we wake in the morning you're the first we think of

My desire is you, yes you are my desire

Set me ablaze until I'm on fire

My God! Our hearts are far from you yet we say we love you

But when the tough times come we don't wanna go through

But what if it was so you could get the glory and honor?

Connect us like lightning and thunder

The relationship is all or nothing

You don't just want something

We give you half a box and call it a gift

Then come Sunday expecting you to give us a lift

God is that how it is? Ppl can't even tell

Our life isn't matching our confession yet we think all is well?!

How dare we say that we long for you, when we still want our stuff?

If our will is still alive, then we're saying your will isn't worth much

And we'll tell you yes, wrap up and say it's the best

But when you require more, we wanna give you less

And your simple request is that we live for u 100%

And when we do wrong we have the mind to repent

Search us o God, keep us on the potter's wheel

And help us to see that from sin we can be healed

And please reveal and rebuild; teach us how to be still

Give us discernment to know what's fake and what's real

But most of all, God we need to deny ourselves and take up our cross

To know that if we're to follow you, we must count the cost

Thank you for your redeeming blood, your love that covers like a flood

And the lamb that was slained for our sins in the form of your son

As This Heart Unfolds

How many beats does this heart have to make before it can be heard?

Surely, the silent whispers won’t last forever…

Inside are the screams of a broken piece searching for peace

But in a broken state, this broken place is not stable

Is God able? Of course He is, but am I able?

Am I able to sit back and allow God to complete His work?

Am I able to smile all the while knowing there’s a war in my mind?

I don’t want to cry anymore, but yet my tears are my interpreter

My motivation is no more, so I’m left to question my true motives

How many times do I have to say this…? “I don’t want to be here!”

This desert place is dry and lonely; it’s a painful experience

God, forgive me for my inconsistencies; I need you desperately

You said you’d rescue me! I’m holding you to that…

At this point, I’m like Paul, praying multiple times for this to be removed

But you gave me your word, “My grace is sufficient.”

Well, can it be sufficient somewhere else? I mean.... well, you see me

My mind needs to be renewed by the minute; this heart needs reviving

As you unfold me, I become broken just to be made whole

Am I done already? Please hear my call for help…

Speak.

My Brain Is Fighting My Fingers

I want to write, but I don't have the motivation

People keep messaging me asking, "Where is your next creation?"

The honest reality is my fingers are asking my brain for its cooperation

But my brain doesn't want to be apart of the demonstration....

And my fingers ask, "Well, why the lack of participation?"

My brain replies, "I'm simply not ready to do a collaboration."

But my brain doesn't understand my fingers dedication

And my fingers are longing to go back to writing new sensations

But I need a time out, and my brain wants to make a declaration

In poetry there is no time out, but I'll make a recommendation

All the while my brain is fighting my fingers to stop the humiliation

My fingers just wrote something new for you; Congratulations!

Introducing...

at what point did I lose my identity?
caught up on a road leading to nowhere yet never ending
searching for a girl inside of a woman all grown up
interior fades, exterior reveals skin so tough
so rough are the edges of this cover
girl looking for the world to love her
in her eyes there is a pain that has been building
the paint she used to hide behind is now peeling
but where did she go? Who has she become?
when things get hard she runs, forfeit the game, she’s done
a heart that longs to be loved is crushed
if life is a canvas, her tears are the paint, silence is her brush
Portrait after portrait tell of scars but she calls them "beauty marks"
because out of the ashes arose a beauty spark
so now I have to assure the little girl inside
though it feels like I've died, I'm actually alive
I feel like I've need to introduce myself to me
"Renee meet Crystal," "Crystal this is Renee but you can call her Re-Re"

The Proposal

so this guy proposed to me

crazy thing is he didn't get on one knee 

no he did it by hanging on a tree 

suffering for hours just so we could share eternity 

I wasn't thinking of him yet he thought of me 

took three nails, pierced side & crown of thorns for me 

and though he was royalty 

he came off his throne for a hill at Calvary 

this guy had so much love for me, he took my ashes and made beauty

though he knew my secrets he didn't shatter me

nor take my shame and scatter me 

no, he shed blood so I wouldn't become a casualty 

I was in an abusive relationship with sin but he rescued me 

he wanted me to be apart of the family 

he fulfilled every word of prophecy 

so in front of His father he said, "marry me."

Written January 13, 2012

The Wedding

Do you remember the day you and Jesus got married?

At that point you realized your sins He carried...

And He was so in love with you that for you He tarried

He wants to spend eternity with you so he couldn't stay buried

His commitment to this marriage makes others say wow

His life was the ultimate testament of his vow

Even when we cheated on him with our lover “Sin,”

His arms were always open to except us again and again...

A Perfect gentleman...

So do you take him for better or for worse?

Or when the times get tough you wanna different verse?

Do you take Him in sickness and in health?

Or is it only depending on how the cards are dealt?

Do you take Him in joy and in sorrow?

Or is it that “love him today but let's see what happens tomorrow”?

Even after death, He'll love you for eternity

Imagine that? Everyday celebrating your anniversary

So with urgency, He's in heaven preparing room...

So get ready, He's coming back for His bride real soon....

The Price of the Oil

(1/25/12)

People see the outside of the alabaster box, wanting what’s inside

If they only knew the requirements, the bloodshed, the tears cried

The price to carry such a heavy weight calls for much skill

The training starts from the moment we say yes to His will

Yes to be real, yes to reveal your scars that you live with

They show where you’ve been and what you have dealt with

To walk in the shoes of the anointed, you must be prepared for the walk

Because at the end of the day people will know if your lifestyle lined up with your talk

Many don’t see the conditions, they rather have the recognition

Their greatest downfall is they don’t honor God by submission

Praying for situations to move and what’s so strange

God allows things to stay as they are yet, in the midst of it you change

Because life will grab you and take you somewhere you may not want to go

But if the rain didn’t come at some point, how would we grow?

How would we show that in the midst of darkness we can still glow?

How would we know that we can endure in spite of the winds that blow?

The promise doesn’t stop just because we must experience the pit

Trials make us stronger; therefore, we become spiritually fit

God has called each of us for a purpose greater than me or you

So don’t be upset that your size 10 can’t handle a size 2

Remember the commitment made when we said, “Lord, please save me”

The cost of the anointing is a price we pay out daily

Graduation

I often hear people say, “if only these walls could talk”

But I say, “If only you could see where I’ve walked”

Hindsight is 20/20, always perfect vision

In the midst of, however, you wonder about your decision

Mind and heart in division, try to stay focused on the mission

Never thought I’d be in summer school, then again, life is always a class

Always a teacher, always giving a new task

It’s been a long journey, but it’s one I’ve come to appreciate

I bless God that I can proclaim that I can graduate!

Because though I am not where I want to be, I’m no longer where I was…

And if I haven’t learned anything else, I learned about God’s unconditional love

I learned about endurance in this place of making

I understand that in order to be made whole there has to be a breaking

And oh was there a shaking, but God is a keeper

Especially when climbing that mountain it seemed to get steeper

Through the shame and the pain, God I said I’d never complain

And you have given me a rest that falls down like rain

Great is your faithfulness, there is none like You

Who is like our God? To know what I have need of even before I ask You

And so, in this season, you gave me strength to say, “I’m no longer bound by this situation”

The demonstration of the proclamation? The flipside is the graduation!

1 John 1:9

Copyright 2011 A Peace of crySTYLE

"But if we confess our sins to him, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all wickedness." 1 John 1:9 NLT

Lord, I admit, I see the form of godliness

And it’s so obvious to see the change but not be in it

But you said, if any man be in You he is a new creature

However, God I'm flunking this subject; can I have a new teacher?

A makeover of this ugly feature, this thorn in my side

I feel like it could cause me to miss our wedding when you come for your bride

Why won't this flesh surrender and die? Daily it’s my prayer

Seems like when those words leave my lips, they vanish into thin air

Or is this all a part of a greater testimony?

It's not more than I can bear, but still it’s all up on me...

I give a deliverance praise on Sunday yet fighting demons through the week

And I'm trying to hear you; did I miss you? Let me go back and press repeat

Lord, I'm not complete; my spirit is willing but my flesh is so weak

I want to walk in your direction, so forgive my disobedient feet

I feel like my flesh, Cain, is killing my spirit, Abel

Is this 911? Yes, put me on the operating table

With extreme urgency; I need emergency surgery

The thorn on that right side; yeah doc, constantly hurting me

You knew I would go through this before I was in my mother's thought

The blood of your Son is my bail, because He knew I'd get caught

Did you say this battle has been fought? And ends in victory?...

Romans 8 must be my weapon you selected for me

So, if you knew the plans you had for me before I was in my mother's womb

This flesh needs to die but won't stay in its tomb!

The lump under the rug gets larger, because I keep sweeping with this broom

But you have the power to cleanse and take away residue; where's your vacuum?

Pinch me, do something so I can wake up from this nightmare

Or is this a dream and reality is just unaware?

I feel like David, learning how to trust you when I go through these spurts

Then sometimes I feel like Job, cursing the day of my birth

My heart is yours, now if we can just work on this mind

I'm coming out of this; I can just see the finish line

Guard my heart and mind like a person with an entourage

And cover me like an expensive car that never comes out the garage

If my eyes are conflicting my witness, give me a blindfold

If my legs are running to the wrong business, then close the store

Keep me Lord, keep me; help me Lord, Jesus

Being broken whole means admitting that I'm actually in pieces...

Meet My God

Doubt. Meet my God. You should start to fear Him

Because there's something about the amount of power I have when near Him

You must not recognize Him because you keep coming to me

My faith can easily erase you so that I can be free

But see, I let you stay too long; you made my life your home

And you tried to kick my faith out...

So now that you have met my God, good-bye doubt

Worry. Meet my God. You and doubt tried to double team

At times you succeeded to remove my dream

When faith tried to come, you brought up all these questions

In the times I wanted gain strength; you changed my direction

But faith is, faith was and faith is going to be

Whatever you had planned isn't going to destroy me

So now that you have met my God, good-bye worry…

Past. Meet my God. You keep coming around wanting to resurface

Because you know that if you come forward, I back down from my purpose

God has forgiven me but you kept me from forgiving myself

I've gotten rid of doubt and worry, so you're the next step

I put my faith in God for He is my help

Everything that has happened to hurt me, wasn't meant to last

So now that you have met my God, I say good-bye to my past!

1000 Apologies

My deepest apology; logically it doesn't make sense to me
They're mad at me, its sad to see people hating me
I'm trying to see, but He's blinding me from the enemy
Softly killing me, spilling me, shielding me
Feelings we don't wanna talk about
Salvation we don't wanna walk it out
Authority we hold it in our mouth
Deliverance is going south
You hear whispers but I'm trying to shout
People asking what are you talking about
You walk on concrete but I'm on a cloud
Christians being quiet but I'm being loud
Saying we love God but living foul
Used our 3 strikes, God could've said, "You're out."
God is my navigation system to take a new route
My apologies... I know you don't understand where I'm going
But poetry is my stream of water; I go where its flowing
Do you forgive me? 

Random

I told myself that I wouldn't be the fish that takes the bait

I should've seen the warning that I would be cooked because I saw the plate

But my eyes tricked me into believing that I didn't have to wait

And now I'm playing the scene over and over again; what a mistake

I thought I was strong enough to hold that much weight

It's like eating vegetables for months then suddenly eating steak

What I thought was real turned out to be real fake

Going fast, tried to slow down; but yet I had no brakes

Perhaps I can start over; make a clean slate

The only problem is, it's already done so I'm too late

What I'm talking about spreads at an alarming rate

It can be very sneaky and deceitful like a snake

You see my sins were stacking up leaves being raked

Sin played me like a king trying to beat an Ace

It may taste good like drinking a chocolate shake

But let me tell you, the only thing you'll have is a bad stomachache

Thank God for Jesus because He knew the lives sin would take

So Christ took the cross, when I should've took the stake

When I was deep in sin like the bottom of the lake

Jesus saved & covered me, and told the enemy he couldn't cross the tape

But at times I wanted things my way like Frank

I thought I could beat the destruction but my life was a tank

I was out of control; I liked what I ate

When I completely gave my life away, I could no longer participate

Instead of going in circles like the figure eight

I choose to rep Christ and continue to make His name great

The wages of sin is death and I don't want that fate

So I urge you to go from death to life for Christ's sake

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

Copyright 2011 A Peace of crySTYLE

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

Copyright 2011 A Peace of crySTYLE

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...

Little Girl

Copyright 2011 A Peace of crySTYLE

I was caught up in perversion; so deep call it submersion
The stories of my eyes had a different version on what I said that I see
If you pull back the curtain, you'll see a small girl hurting
But there was no discerning to separate the fantasy
The girl wants to grow up, waiting for love to show up
But her dreams blow up because she didn't think they would come true
So now every night she hides, gets caught up in the tides
Hard to swallow her pride; she doesn't see how she'll get through
She goes through life pretending; hoping her heart would start mending
Instead she starts blending so that she can fit in
If only she had seen the recipe, realizing this mix wasn't meant to be
That she was called to destiny and through Christ she would win
But her mind was fixed, eyes playing tricks
Getting hit with bricks that the enemy threw
Before the earth began in God's splendor, He had a plan
And once it hit the fan the devil knew what he had to do
So distractions came in the form of sex; on her soul he placed his bet
He just knew the win he'd get, but I guess he didn't read the story
Yes she was definitely caught up; living a life the opposite of how she was brought up
Not something that she thought up; yet still God would get His glory
This little girl wants to grow, so many places she wants to go
So many things she wants to know; yet this has been eating at her for so long
So many cracks like an eggshell, sent back like returned mail
In fact if I must tell, she's starting to learn like it's the first time
Millions of mistakes still couldn't shake
Her ability to participate in God's plan for her design
Deliverance is available, come receive from the king's table
God is still able to break every stronghold
But you must want to be free; then place your trust in the King
Who can supply all that you need; after all, you are the clay for Him to mold
So instead of physically or verbally fighting, I step in the ring with my writing
Because I felt it igniting a passion in me
I understand I have a lot to say; therefore I have a lot to pray
The fight could come any day to try and assassinate me
So I tell the little girl in me that God has given the key
To freedom and victory so it's time to receive
Teach me how to love again; teach me how to trust and then
No longer a slave to sin; I know in Christ I can do all things!

Hell's Testimony

Copyright 2011 A Peace of crySTYLE

Ok, I only have a few minutes so please listen to me clearly

What I’m about to say is only because I love you dearly

I sincerely hope that this will cause you think

If life is a cup, please watch what you drink

I don’t know of anybody who has the opportunity to share this with you

Don’t forsake these words lest you end up in this place of doom

As you have probably figured out, I’m in this prison called hell

I wanted to give you an account; I have so much to tell

Perhaps you didn’t know but this place enlarges daily

And those who don’t accept Christ end up here, that’s no probably or maybe

It’s a horrible place to be, people scream and shout

“I get the lesson now, please let me out!”

But Hell is a one way ticket

The bible warns about this place and people still don’t get it

I hear the sounds of gnashing teeth and weeping

Demons play games with our minds; there is no time for sleeping

A lot of Christians who you thought went to Heaven?

Are really down here with me

Heard some guy say, “But I was saved at the age of seven”

But God said, “I don’t know you, you didn’t truly believe”

Torment is day in, day out; no such thing as being idle

My torture replays to the day that I didn’t accept Christ at that revival!

Man I knew He was calling me, yet I was stalling see

I thought I had all the time in the world, but time really had me

I think to myself, “Man if they only knew!” but then I’m reminded that actually you do!

The word of God tells you how to stay away, but the choice is up to you!

I’ve seen teachers and preachers, bishops and prophets

Down here preaching the gospel because they don’t know how to stop it

See gifts and callings come without repentance, so that’s the last thing God sees

God looks at your heart and to see if your blood is the same as He bleeds

I shouted from the rooftop that I was a Christian, but you should’ve seen my lifestyle

Monday thru Saturday I was down with the world, while saying on Sunday I was God’s child

Addictions had me wrapped up, sin had me tangled and tied

I didn’t fully grasp that Jesus took my sins when He got on the cross and died.

My mouth said I loved him, but my life, my heart? That’s a different story

At my funeral, I watched my family celebrate thinking I had gone on to glory

I screamed to the top of lungs, “NO!! GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE! I REPENT”

But my name wasn’t in the book, so to this place I was sent

Do a daily evaluation, truly accept Christ’s salvation

Live at a 100 and Heaven will be your destination

And the angels will throw a celebration because of your dedication

No one said the walk would be easy, it takes much prayer and supplication

I know this now but there is nothing I can do to change my fate

All I can do now is send out this warning not to show up at Hell’s gate

Time is getting shorter, its coming down to the wire

Just when you think it couldn’t get worse, Hell will be cast into the lake of fire

I don’t know of any better way to say this so I hope that you’re hearing me

Prisoners may get life behind bars, but in here we get eternity

I’m going too long, but its only because I’m pleading with you

Please let God in your heart, let him make you new

The day you hear His voice, don’t harden your heart

You think you can fix yourself? That’s not a good way to start

I gotta go, they are coming quick, yet I have much more to tell

Pray more, love more, read more, please don’t come to…

Stained Glass

State of confusion? Thought it was an illusion

The place I was really in was a state of refusing

In search of the solution to the problem inside of me

I didn’t follow the directions that would have properly guided me

I see what’s inside of me, actually it’s blurry from the filth

I need to be reconstructed because this is the frame that sin built

Filled with much guilt, this misguided trip

Bruised up, broken down, walking with my limp

Holding to my hip because I refuse to go out on a limb

Heart is heavy, thought I was ready, but my mind isn’t steady

Eyes need re-adjusting, focus on what’s in front of me

Who am I but a broken frame, one you called out by name

You put it inside of me, so Lord help me sustain

From sins hold I must refrain, strength I must maintain

After all, I’m broken glass stained…

When Almost Came To Pass

Why is it a struggle? because I love what he hates... and yet I love him too

So is it enough to walk away and let him heal me within

Cuz see "I'll never" and "that won't be me" became "I didn't mean to" and "this is the last time"

I "almost" crossed the street

I "almost" turned left

I "almost" clicked here

I "almost" lied

I "almost" ended it

But almost grew into a done deal

I jaywalked when the sign said don't walk

I turned left so many times I wasn't right

I ended my life each time I sinned against God

Pop ups and curiosity turned one click into clicks

One puff into multiple hits, denial and "when I'm ready I'll quit"

I lied to myself; convinced Re that she was fine

Wanna talk about a problem with the mind

"Almost" knocked on my door and said, "I'm here might as well"

I had a one-way ticket to hell

Feet filthy so guilty but then something amazing took place

Christ won my case

He knew that I'd be here

He didn't "almost" die; he didn't "almost" shed his blood

He didn’t "almost" heal

He didn't "almost" take up the cross or drink from the bitter cup

No almost came to pass and erased my past

As dirty as I was, he rescued me from my worst enemy... myself

"Almost" got me in trouble

Because it’s tempting when it's in front of you...

Don’t "almost" give your life

Don’t "almost" turn from sin

Don’t "almost" make Him your Lord and Savior

Don’t "almost" cry out to Him

Don’t "almost" kill your flesh daily

Do you wanna "almost" get in?

No, we await to hear "well done"

Think about it, what if God "almost" sent His son?