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the prayer:
Quickened once, this seed uncrucified reclaims
Against the dessication of faith in my drought
And root dry tortures of decomposing doubt,
Against it all, a sudden impulse in the kernel flames
Thanks to my Divine Intervener, sweet love undying
Shattered falls the broken web to free my wings
The lung tarring vice, defeated, can no more clings
I joy in this, from doom and death returning
Sprout me again, breathe in me new a new day fresh
Water me with prayers of thanksgiving still, sun
Me fruit joy and grain, bless me where my Jordans run;
Unyielding Christ, out of thy grace, I rise to love afresh.
the testimony:
And I through travail of night to birth again
Carried you slumberless into faith of day
And I torn and shredded by sin's foul pain
From prayer to prayer wept against decay
Those years, distant, dark, void and cold
Those fears when death yawned wide iron jaws
And you my lamb staggered from the fold
O how I raged at life, and veiled despotic laws
That broke us into splinters with our dreams
I did not see today to sing again, doubts tears
Blinded me, heaven seemed silent to my screams
But today, you give me back my hope of years.
And I was not there to hold your hand, absent
From the cuddling moment my love had planned
And yet, devised by faith, I stood full present
For I am the jar of clay in the Master's kind hand
And you my child suffered it all, to bring me
Back from a superficial walk with love, and we
O let us rinse the skies with praise, let us
Walk, nobler creatures called from a common dust.
celebration:
Give me space to seal a kiss upon an embrace
To pour my joy before your pleasant face
Give me space to thunder with belief and stay
Exiled in ignorance, and clothed in wisdom when I pray.
There's a story in the Bible that is told about the day,
A certain man named Lazarus at the edge of death lay.
Now Jesus could have healed, His friend then and there,
But great was the miracle that He would later share.
So great was their rejoicing, when Lazarus arose,
And we can see the reason, for the path Jesus chose.
Since Jesus knew the plan, there while Lazarus slept,
Why then in the middle does it say that, "Jesus wept?"
Supping with disciples gathered in the upper room,
Jesus knew the future, that held a cross and tomb.
He could have healed His friends, from the stain of sin,
But great was the victory, that over death He'd win.
So great was their rejoicing when Jesus then arose,
And we can see the reason for the path that He chose.
Since Jesus knew the plan, and before Pilate stood,
Why there in the Garden did He sweat drops of blood?
Hanging on that cross, as He was just about to die,
Lonely and forsaken, He would ask His Father why.
Did He know the ending, from before it all began,
Was He really God, or maybe just a common man?
Many are the questions, friend, facing you and I,
How are we to know, what's truth or what the lie?
Religions try to ease the mind, some try to deceive,
We must make a choice, just what do we believe?
The Bible says that Jesus left a Glorious Throne on High,
To save the world He loved so much, to come and even die.
The chasm wide of sin and death, His Love must truly span,
His flowing Blood was that of God, His heart that of a man.
Just like Lazarus's story, there's more than meets the eye,
The sweat drops in the Garden, a scene for you and I.
To "let this cup pass from me", or do the Father's Will,
Is the real question, and it stands before us still.
Though the curse of death decays my flesh
and rots my bones within.
Nothing on this earth shall quell the vibrancy
of my soul's gentle vim.
And for you my love I open my soul wide
to release all of that which is love.
May the moment of death come soon,granting
freedom to my heart from the pangs it endures longing
for the warmth of your embrace to remove
from me the coldness of the loss of love.
Only of you,and of no other have I
felt the fury of destiny's grasp.
The night closes in upon this wintry day
and leaves me open to thoughts of us when
we were young and breathless to our kiss.
I close my eyes and gently force the tears that
form behind imagining that you care for me.
And it is within that moment that the power
of destiny's grasp brings your mind to gather
around what was and what shall never be.
Teenage Suicide is taking over
Its stuck in our head that its a good idea
Its stuck in our head that we wont be missed
That death is a good thing
That it will end all of our problems
That we will be free, no suffering, no regret
But its all a lie
You take your life
You leave others to suffer
To think its our fault that you are in pain
We blame, we mourn, we're in denial
Teenage suicide is taking over
You take your life to end the suffering
You shut us out, you leave us here, you kill us when you kill yourself
Death is not the way, allow people to help you,
when a hand is offered; take it
When a ear is there ready to listen; talk
When a shoulder is there to cry on; soak it with you tears
Don't let death be the only way out
Teenage suicide is taking over
Take a stand
And help end it
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