Oh, how I miss, on most days,
the chance to think!
To sit in silent reflection,
To ponder the infinite cosmos
of whim, and fancy, and fact.
To laugh at the odds of inconceivable chance,
To let my mind run wild,
and free my mind to dance!

Then I see an open chasm
in which I can dive headlong,
or into which I can endlessly pile
new ideas which stick
along some wall or rock
and present grand avenues
of exploration and achievement.

To go where no mind has gone before!
Or rather, to discover the Creator’s blessed shore.
For though I might think to be the first to clear the brush,
yet His footprints I find e’er before me!

“Where can I flee from Your presence?”
Indeed, even my mind is no escape.
For thought itself is a gift from Your hand,
and no avenue newly uncovered
has not been explored by Your gaze.

Yet raise us up to think more and grander!
In seeking truth, surely You will return as the answer.
But if in ignorance we continue in our fancies,
little caring if we are right or wrong
–nay, giving the question no thought at all–
we are deserving of a judgment.
But worse yet the judgment
for those who take the time to think
yet turn their back on the answer
after it has appeared!
For what reason would there be to do such a thing,
unless we didn’t like that Answer?

Metal Chapel – 02/19/14

A chapel I led last semester… =)

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Interview with Pastor Steve of Life Church ECC

Desperate for Restoration

Desperate times call for desperate measures,
And hardly a time have I known more desperate than this.

Desperately I want to see your life restored –
A friend so loved, now so lost;
A breaking, raging soul,
Sold out to hate what once it loved.
And the worst of it is that I’m the cause.

Desperately I was trying to please you;
Desperately I longed to do only what was right.
But in the thick of it my decisions were clouded by night.
And even with all the strength I could muster,
I was mastered by darkness.

Desperate to win me, it wooed me in,
And the mouths in all directions spoke a different word.
And my ears were clogged to hear the truth.
And my eyes saw only the treasures I longed for.
And my feet hastened into suffering.
And my hands held the sword of my undoing.
And my heart marched to the beat of defeat.
In my holy pursuit, I was wholly defiled.

Desperately now I look up to Mercy,
Praying He’ll come and in His arms intertwine me.
But more than that – oh, so much more –
I pray He’ll right what I have made wrong;
That His love would flow freely,
As once did His blood;
That He’ll shine down with favor
And restore.

Restoration is a slippery thing.
It is not in my power to grasp it.
I try to take all my “desperate measures,”
I try to heal hearts with my “good nature,”
And I fail.
That’s why I look outside myself.

Restoration comes from God alone.
He chooses whom He wishes to save,
He decides even the untimely fate.
That’s why I plead for His grace!
‘Cause He’s the only one who can save me now.

“Desperate for You, God, I humble my heart.
I realize I’m to blame, in part.
So take all my shame
And set me up on my feet;
Heal the wounds that strike so deep
And show us Your restoration.
Restore us, God.
Restore us.
We are desperate for restoration.”

Songwriting As A Catalyst For Growth

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