DO THESE THINGS TO HONOUR ME!

let Your Voice be Loudest in me
begin to drown out the words around me
begin to drown out the words of the world!
the vile verses of men dripping with death!
tear down the walls of deception and madness!
the incurable anemia of the riches
of what this world offers
it pales in comparasion to You!
all that the world offers is as stale bread
it’s as dead man’s bones
there is no glory or honour
in amassing mammon,
to what ends do we amass rubbish?
i say with the Apostle Paul,
“i count all things as rubbish
that i may Gain Christ.”
“that i may Gain Christ.”

rip down the facades
and the charades of this culture
the hissings and the groanings
the slander, and the libel,
of the enemy
there is no fountain of youth
only in You is eternity found,
when they shock their bodies
as if to resurrect dead skin
i say with the Apostle Paul,
“though our outward man
is perishing, yet the inward man
is being renewed day to day”,

No, my sword is with Yours,
the Words of Glory will be preached
i say with the Apostle Peter, “Where else can i go?”
“Who else has the Words of Life?”
i say with David, “What is man that
You are mindful of him?”
i throw myself at Your Holy Feet,
Blazing with the Lava Fire of Holy Righteousness

i cling to Your Amazing Garment,
heal my leprosy!
heal my blindness!
heal my muteness
that my mouth may be opened
to show forth Your Praise!
heal my lame gait that has walked
in paths of unrighteousness
heal this heart, and burn the dross
from a soul so rusted with sin
bless me, only to bless others!
send me into dens of evil,
so You may deliver the captives!
bound by the enemy!
release the slain of spirit!
free the weak of mind!
begin to dismantle the chains
that have bound us for so long!

Let Your Love be as a Song
Let Your Love be as a Sweet Smelling Fragrance!
Let Your Love be to us as Holy Matrimony!
that we are bound to You with these bodies
should You ask for them!
Let Your Love take me to valleys of dry bones
to the cemetaries of men’s souls,
though they still live
Let Your Love be a Staff that brings many
to the Promise Land of Heaven!
Let Your Love be that Cloud burning Red
with Passion for nations that regard You not!
Let Your Love be expressed through Your Holy Body
the Church,
Let Her Regard Your Holy Calling!
Your Commisssion to us!
Cast out demons!
heal the sick!
feed the poor!
preach the Words of Life!
Love a world that cannot love itself!
You’ve asked us ,
“Do these things to Honour Me!”

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