All who are thirsty, all who are weak, come to fountain, dip your heart in the stream of life...
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
This world has nothing for me...
You are the source, of life, I cant be left, behind, no one else will do.
I will take hold of You...I need you Jesus, come to my rescue...
Capture me with grace, I will follow you...
You never can be sure when you will need Christ's bottomless source of life, but its always, always, always, mind blowing to know, its there. Just to reach out and receive it. You dont even need to ask because its there.
And so, when there nothing left, except the will to say "Hold On"; do it keep holding on. It is afterall just temporary, the world in which you exist in has nothing for you, never has their been, not now, nor in the future. So keep holding on.
And keep looking up, you have what it takes, not on your own strength, but on His, and His alone.
For its his rescue those thousands of years ago that we are living for...
So until the rescue out of this world, which has nothing left for you, hold on...
I will take hold of You...I need you Jesus, come to my rescue...
Capture me with grace, I will follow you...
You never can be sure when you will need Christ's bottomless source of life, but its always, always, always, mind blowing to know, its there. Just to reach out and receive it. You dont even need to ask because its there.
And so, when there nothing left, except the will to say "Hold On"; do it keep holding on. It is afterall just temporary, the world in which you exist in has nothing for you, never has their been, not now, nor in the future. So keep holding on.
And keep looking up, you have what it takes, not on your own strength, but on His, and His alone.
For its his rescue those thousands of years ago that we are living for...
So until the rescue out of this world, which has nothing left for you, hold on...
Friday, May 6, 2011
Starting over
1 Corinthians 16:13 & 14, teach us 5 things that are key in our lives:
And you know what, if you fail, if you collapse, if you ruin what you have been striving for, its ok, God understands, God meets you where you at. All you need to do is pray for forgiveness, believe that you have been rescued, accept your convictions, accept that its a new day, and start over.
Start Over: The Afters
The impossible is possible
But your fear is so responsible for keeping you down, keeping you down.
Your unreachable is reachable
But you'll never grab
The wonderful
with your feet on the ground, your feet on the ground
Bridge:
If you fall on your face
Don't just leave it to fate
No such thing as too late
It's not too late
Chorus:
To start over, start over, start over
Start over, start over, start over
You never have what you want to lose
So pick it up, up, up
Dust off your shoes
Start over, start over, start over
Start over, start over, start over
You've gotta find, find, find the other side,
So give it one, one, one more try.
Start over
You only fail
If you never try
You'll never live
Tryin' not to die.
I'm telling you now, I'm telling you now.
Don't ever stop,
Give all you've got
Don't hesitate, to take a shot
It all comes around, it all comes around.
There's so much, so much left to gain
There's so much, so much to lose
You'll never know until know until you make a move.
Start over, start over, start over
Start over, start over, start over
Start over
- Keep your eyes open; be on guard against spiritual dangers
- Hold tight to your convictions; standing firm in the faith
- Give it all you've got; be courageous
- Be resolute; be strong
- Love without stopping; doing everything in love and kindness
And you know what, if you fail, if you collapse, if you ruin what you have been striving for, its ok, God understands, God meets you where you at. All you need to do is pray for forgiveness, believe that you have been rescued, accept your convictions, accept that its a new day, and start over.
Start Over: The Afters
The impossible is possible
But your fear is so responsible for keeping you down, keeping you down.
Your unreachable is reachable
But you'll never grab
The wonderful
with your feet on the ground, your feet on the ground
Bridge:
If you fall on your face
Don't just leave it to fate
No such thing as too late
It's not too late
Chorus:
To start over, start over, start over
Start over, start over, start over
You never have what you want to lose
So pick it up, up, up
Dust off your shoes
Start over, start over, start over
Start over, start over, start over
You've gotta find, find, find the other side,
So give it one, one, one more try.
Start over
You only fail
If you never try
You'll never live
Tryin' not to die.
I'm telling you now, I'm telling you now.
Don't ever stop,
Give all you've got
Don't hesitate, to take a shot
It all comes around, it all comes around.
There's so much, so much left to gain
There's so much, so much to lose
You'll never know until know until you make a move.
Start over, start over, start over
Start over, start over, start over
Start over
Monday, May 2, 2011
21 Days
Of fasting, praying, searching, trying to understand
So, from the 2nd of May 2011, there will be a fast from:
Coffee, Sweets, Chocolate, Puddings, Deserts, Unnecessary sugar, Alcohol.
Striving towards clear thoughts, no unholy music, books, media.
A time of reflection, seeking to please the LORD our God and not myself.
So, from the 2nd of May 2011, there will be a fast from:
Coffee, Sweets, Chocolate, Puddings, Deserts, Unnecessary sugar, Alcohol.
Striving towards clear thoughts, no unholy music, books, media.
A time of reflection, seeking to please the LORD our God and not myself.
God, our God the Father, I commit 21 days to you. 21 days to hear what You have to say, believe what You have in store, and understand what You are saying. I will earnestly seek your voice, your word, your sound. From a raging wind to a tiny whisper, whatever it may be, let me hear it please, oh Lord my God, let me seek your Face...
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Its amazing how much He is there for us
No, its astounding. He loves us, forgives us, forgets our wrongs, starts all over again, its astounding at how He loves, He loves He LOVES...
Wow...
and no matter how often we lose the plot, how many times "we start over", He always comes through in spades for us...
God I am so blown away at you...
Do It Over, Among the Thirsty
When you see, this is the way it has to be,
then you’ll find a different side of me.
When you learn, what it is to truly burn,
then you’ll understand the things about me you’ve heard.
And maybe being broken, is just the thing I needed
I’m defeated and left with just my discontented freedom.
And maybe being lonely, to watch the world before me fall apart,
is just the way to fix my heart
And now, I’m giving this all over now, ‘cause I’m doing it all over now.
Chorus
I’m doing this all over now
And somehow I know you’ll never let me down
‘Cause if I fall I know you’ll always catch me
And if I try to leave my heart won’t let me
Cause now, I’m doing this all over now
Verse 2
When you gaze through the windows I have made
Oh the tragedy, its tragedy begins to fade
When you learn and know that despite of everything you’ve been told
The pen is truly the window to my soul
Whoa
Maybe starting over will help me when I’m older
I’m a witness in deferent to my ever-present distance
Being simple minded, has shown me I’ve been blinded by the nonsense
That I just said would make much sense ‘til now
‘Cause I’m giving it all over now,
‘Cause I’m doing it all over
Doing it all over now
Chorus
I’m doing this all over now
And somehow I know you’ll never let me down
‘cause if I fall I know you’ll always catch me
And if I try to leave my heart won’t let me
Cause now, I’m doing this all over now
doing this all over now
Whoa, whoa
And maybe being broken, is just the thing I needed
I’m defeated left with just my discontented freedom.
And maybe being lonely, to watch the world before me fall apart,
is just the way to fix my heart
And now, I’m doing this all over now, ‘cause I’m giving this all over now.
Wow...
and no matter how often we lose the plot, how many times "we start over", He always comes through in spades for us...
God I am so blown away at you...
Do It Over, Among the Thirsty
When you see, this is the way it has to be,
then you’ll find a different side of me.
When you learn, what it is to truly burn,
then you’ll understand the things about me you’ve heard.
And maybe being broken, is just the thing I needed
I’m defeated and left with just my discontented freedom.
And maybe being lonely, to watch the world before me fall apart,
is just the way to fix my heart
And now, I’m giving this all over now, ‘cause I’m doing it all over now.
Chorus
I’m doing this all over now
And somehow I know you’ll never let me down
‘Cause if I fall I know you’ll always catch me
And if I try to leave my heart won’t let me
Cause now, I’m doing this all over now
Verse 2
When you gaze through the windows I have made
Oh the tragedy, its tragedy begins to fade
When you learn and know that despite of everything you’ve been told
The pen is truly the window to my soul
Whoa
Maybe starting over will help me when I’m older
I’m a witness in deferent to my ever-present distance
Being simple minded, has shown me I’ve been blinded by the nonsense
That I just said would make much sense ‘til now
‘Cause I’m giving it all over now,
‘Cause I’m doing it all over
Doing it all over now
Chorus
I’m doing this all over now
And somehow I know you’ll never let me down
‘cause if I fall I know you’ll always catch me
And if I try to leave my heart won’t let me
Cause now, I’m doing this all over now
doing this all over now
Whoa, whoa
And maybe being broken, is just the thing I needed
I’m defeated left with just my discontented freedom.
And maybe being lonely, to watch the world before me fall apart,
is just the way to fix my heart
And now, I’m doing this all over now, ‘cause I’m giving this all over now.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Sweet Sweet Sound
Sweet Sweet Sound-Glorious Unseen
Oh Lord, come whisper to me in my sleep.
Come pour yourself out over me.
Will you draw near?
Oh Lord, you're calling me back to your heart; restoring the innocence lost.
Will you draw near?
I pray - let it be a sweet, sweet sound.
Oh Lord, remember your call to your own.
Remember your promise to come.
Will you draw near?
Come pour your life - oh this offering - all over me.
Come with your grace that is cleansing and restoring me.
Come with your angels - cover the earth; and hear your people sing of your worth.
It's your voice I hear calling my name.
It's your grace that pours out like the rain.
It's your hand that erases my shame.
It's your word that is everlasting.
We raise our voice to you - with one sound - to you.
We rejoice.
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
Oh Lord, come whisper to me in my sleep.
Come pour yourself out over me.
Will you draw near?
Oh Lord, you're calling me back to your heart; restoring the innocence lost.
Will you draw near?
I pray - let it be a sweet, sweet sound.
Oh Lord, remember your call to your own.
Remember your promise to come.
Will you draw near?
Come pour your life - oh this offering - all over me.
Come with your grace that is cleansing and restoring me.
Come with your angels - cover the earth; and hear your people sing of your worth.
It's your voice I hear calling my name.
It's your grace that pours out like the rain.
It's your hand that erases my shame.
It's your word that is everlasting.
We raise our voice to you - with one sound - to you.
We rejoice.
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound
Friday, February 11, 2011
To be let out?
God, I stand; now...
A lion breaks out, or does it claw at me? Claws to get out, break free. But where am I allowed to release it? Can I? Is it safe?
"Its not a tame lion", no its wild, but is it good though? I believe it can be...
But is it safe? If I let it out, it creates turmoil. By merely going about its own instinct, it turns up, churns up and wrecks havoc. But it has a weakness, caused by its own destruction. It finds its own weakness, its own softness,
Why does its tenderness appeal to so many? Do they feel safe? They allow themselves to come close; and it a moment of panic, the lion flee's, leaving a gaping wound, The lion itself is wounded, but forsakes its own wounds to dwell in the mistakes of its past. Promises never to repeat them, to have learned from the past...
But the allure of bait, instinct kicks in, its uncontrollable, its wild...
A lion breaks out, or does it claw at me? Claws to get out, break free. But where am I allowed to release it? Can I? Is it safe?
"Its not a tame lion", no its wild, but is it good though? I believe it can be...
But is it safe? If I let it out, it creates turmoil. By merely going about its own instinct, it turns up, churns up and wrecks havoc. But it has a weakness, caused by its own destruction. It finds its own weakness, its own softness,
Why does its tenderness appeal to so many? Do they feel safe? They allow themselves to come close; and it a moment of panic, the lion flee's, leaving a gaping wound, The lion itself is wounded, but forsakes its own wounds to dwell in the mistakes of its past. Promises never to repeat them, to have learned from the past...
But the allure of bait, instinct kicks in, its uncontrollable, its wild...
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Even though I can't see the sun through these clouds...
When do you know the worth of a mans soul? Its when he is at his lowest, when all else fails around him.
Trying to keep face, holding out strong, standing tall...or so he thinks. In every man there is a chink in his armour, a weak spot, a soft opening that exposes an area for a killer blow; and everytime its the same blow that can strike him down...
It doesnt matter the time, the look, the style, personality, every single time, its the same method; the same killer. And every time, it hurts the same and does the same damage.
Every time man is faced with the questioning, he does the same tactic; allow for some truth, allow for some ambiguity, allow for some hurt to come through. Enough to show he cares, enough to save his own skin, enough to allow for some reasoning, or so he thinks.
Every time he falls short, and has to answer for it...every time, and its when he is answering for it that the killer blow really strikes its hardest.
Lies...lies...all it is is lies. This is what half truths get you. When its time to divulge the full truth, it gets thrown back, as a means of: "I wish i could believe you but...".
This is the killer blow. To really truly open up, to really show your heart, to really be vulnerable; and to have it all thrown back at you, to have vomited back at you. No scorn, anger, disbelief from your part can justify this emotion, as you know you have no one to blame, but yourself.
So what what now? What do you do? How do you handle it? How do you answer the nagging questions that linger at the very chords of your soul, the questions of truth that shake you to the core.
You know you screwed it up again, you know you are inadequate, you know, that you abused your God sanctified level of power; and what now? What now do you ask?
To live as a man, is to live each day with honour. Laying your head each night to rest, you should have no regrets, know that you lived with truth, integrity and honour.
Is this possible when you have been given the killer blow?
How about, if you have acknowledged that you screwed up, acknowledged that you made a mess, and apologised. Ask for forgiveness, if its possible...and forgive back, even if its not for you to do so. Does it help?
And so, the battle rages. Ask man what his greatest fear is...he will never admit it, he will never show it. Its the fear of inadequacy; that he is never enough.
To be confronted with the killer blow, to be asked of yourself why you were never honest, why you "lied", its fear of his adequacy that prevails, that lead to this moment, lead to the killer blow; and it takes the truest test of honesty to face up to this blow. What woman do with this honesty, remains to each's ability to comprehend the consequences. reaffirmation of mans inadequacy, or affirmation that he is enough.
Should it be known..
(listen) Even though I can't see the sun through these clouds
Trying to keep face, holding out strong, standing tall...or so he thinks. In every man there is a chink in his armour, a weak spot, a soft opening that exposes an area for a killer blow; and everytime its the same blow that can strike him down...
It doesnt matter the time, the look, the style, personality, every single time, its the same method; the same killer. And every time, it hurts the same and does the same damage.
Every time man is faced with the questioning, he does the same tactic; allow for some truth, allow for some ambiguity, allow for some hurt to come through. Enough to show he cares, enough to save his own skin, enough to allow for some reasoning, or so he thinks.
Every time he falls short, and has to answer for it...every time, and its when he is answering for it that the killer blow really strikes its hardest.
Lies...lies...all it is is lies. This is what half truths get you. When its time to divulge the full truth, it gets thrown back, as a means of: "I wish i could believe you but...".
This is the killer blow. To really truly open up, to really show your heart, to really be vulnerable; and to have it all thrown back at you, to have vomited back at you. No scorn, anger, disbelief from your part can justify this emotion, as you know you have no one to blame, but yourself.
So what what now? What do you do? How do you handle it? How do you answer the nagging questions that linger at the very chords of your soul, the questions of truth that shake you to the core.
You know you screwed it up again, you know you are inadequate, you know, that you abused your God sanctified level of power; and what now? What now do you ask?
To live as a man, is to live each day with honour. Laying your head each night to rest, you should have no regrets, know that you lived with truth, integrity and honour.
Is this possible when you have been given the killer blow?
How about, if you have acknowledged that you screwed up, acknowledged that you made a mess, and apologised. Ask for forgiveness, if its possible...and forgive back, even if its not for you to do so. Does it help?
And so, the battle rages. Ask man what his greatest fear is...he will never admit it, he will never show it. Its the fear of inadequacy; that he is never enough.
To be confronted with the killer blow, to be asked of yourself why you were never honest, why you "lied", its fear of his adequacy that prevails, that lead to this moment, lead to the killer blow; and it takes the truest test of honesty to face up to this blow. What woman do with this honesty, remains to each's ability to comprehend the consequences. reaffirmation of mans inadequacy, or affirmation that he is enough.
Should it be known..
(listen) Even though I can't see the sun through these clouds
Friday, January 7, 2011
We are all broken, but we are all gifted...
Take Everything
Take your broken pieces, your shattered soul, your thoughts that think there is nothing worthy, and go to Him...He wants you too, He wants it more than anything else on this earth...give it all to Him, absolutely everything, hold nothing back, just give it all to Him...
PS: How do I know that an Almighty Creator, Redeemer, All Powerful Provider, Forgiver and Merciful One exists?:
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