The cities were your price. For worship from the Christ. Who flat out turned you down. Youll never wear that crown. . Justice is not far you wretched worm.
Pharaoh would not give us straw. As we felt the tightening noose. The taskmasters they beat us raw. But our work was not reduced. . Slaving in the hot sun.
As I walk the dusty road of this old life. There are times I pass through desert canyons. filled with inner strife. And I question all Ive known. like a blindman at the grindstone.
The fellowship was genuine. The Spirit set them free. The early church provided. To each as he had need. . Though persecution circled. still they multiplied.
So many pillars have fallen around us. So many mainstays gone by the wayside. The days are dark and shadows surround us. Yet we remain on the main line ride.
Inside nine walls, Forty feet tall. I sense a criminal element inside us all. Regardless of uniform, race, or creed. The human heart is filled with a Jesus need.
In your twisted world. A walking jail. You bear it all. To make the sale. I doubt you fully. Comprehend. The hell you cause. In souls of men. . Pseudo sacred circus.
I wonder why you held my hands. And allowed me to fly. ... Even though Ive hurt your feelings. And made you cry. . I wonder why you love me. And I wonder why you care.
"I suppose in affluent societies such as we live in,. and all of the things God's blessed us with,. it's easy to be a collector. I've always had. a lot of treasure hunter in me, it's in my blood,.
Summon Belteshazzar, Ive had another dream. Spanning across the sky a majestic tree. The birds and beasts were shaded and all of flesh was fed. By the massive tree in the visions of my head.
I cant remember your voice. The tender words that you said. While you were holding me close. In that cold hospital bed. . Oh, and its a cryin' shame,.
A blinding light. On the road to Damascus. "Why do you persecute Me?". The risen Christ. Confronts Saul of Tarsus. The scales would fall and he'd see.
Across the windswept fields of white. I'm blind from the reflecting rays. Not a single soul in sight. As I traverse the icy ways. . Light abounds but coldness rules.
Sometimes I find. Im haunted by ghosts of the past. Theyre in my mind. Please tell me that this feeling wont last. It hinders me. My eyes on what I left behind.
The Carpenter's coming back.... . You might say I'm crazy. Preachin' 'bout the end time days. You might say my memory's hazy. Since the latest Harold Camping craze.
There once was a time I believed in myself. Now everything's messed up somehow. My fight is all gone and I'm falling apart. These old eyes just can't see the way out.
Against the odds, we proved them wrong. We challenged and we won. We're doing things our own way. Just like we've always done. People try to tell us why.
Albany at 2 a.m.. I lie awake. And I'm crying out to God. Lord I simply don't understand. You know I just can't see your plan. Yet somehow through it all.
Backstabbit turncoat. I caught you in the act. lowdown lying scumbag. I'm gonna break your back. you thought that you could pull it off. but I saw through your game.
It was a stormy night... while the city's asleep. I was down to my last cigarette. And the holes in my shoes let the rain soakin' in. It's a night that I'll never forget.