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ARTICULATION |
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THE BOTTOM OF THE BOTTOM-LESS PIT |
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I AM |
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My heart beats within
Solely for You
My Maker
The ruddy drops bring life and joy
To a once joyless and lifeless form |
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The Creator holds my heart in His
And like a potter he begins to mold it
He skillfully presses and carves
Scraping away the useless pieces
The process is too painful
I am unwilling to endure
It is love that lets me go
I run |
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My heart begins to quicken
Who is that? What is this?
My heart beats within
Solely for others
Person after person
Thing after thing
They are all gilded weapons
Deceiving my naive heart |
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I give myself to them
but I am pierced
Unsatisfied
The ruddy drops bring pain and sorrow
To a joyless and lifeless form
I am empty,
Left wanting
No one perceives
The mask covers my pain
In the same way that the gilded trap
Covered its malice intent with pleasure |
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My heart bleeds within
Solely fo no one
The slow throb brings faint memory
of a time and place
It is too painful, I am unwilling to endure
it is love that lets me come
I run |
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My heart begins to quicken
Is that Him? Why is He upon that crude cross?
His heart beats within
Solely for me
The ruddy drops fall to the ground
Drop after drop
Sin after sin
His heart beaten
To make the pices to fix my broken heart
He gives Himself wholely for me
He is pierced
He is satisfied |
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The ruddy drops bring life and forgiveness
To a once lifeless and guilty form
Sadly I return
I am so undeserving
But three days
A gentle hand takes mine and holds it close
"What is this? A hole?
You are held captive
But the truth will set you free
You are lost
But the narrow road will lead you home
You are dead
But I AM life
I AM the way
I AM the truth
And I have the only piece that can make you whole
I AM that piece -
I AM" |
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My heart leaps within, solely for You, |
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My savior, "I AM" |
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| ARTICULATION |
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I feel unloved |
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The tears fall once more |
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Your warm gaze melts my sould |
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Each one is caught and collected in a bottle |
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This time, though, it is different |
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I feel so ugly |
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For once, it is not a cry of despair |
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You weren't even recognizable as a man |
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But instead of the overwhelming presence of God |
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I feel embarrased |
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You seem so far away lately |
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You were naked, exposed to the world |
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As distant as the empty, forlorn cross upon Golgotha |
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I feel cast away |
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And because of Your absence (or rather, mine) |
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You were despised |
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I look for love in othe places |
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I am unpopular |
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But Your arms remain outstretched |
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So were you |
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Even nailed in place |
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I am hungry |
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You are the bread of life |
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I am thirsty |
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You are the living water |
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I am harrassed |
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The scars on your body and my heart prove to me |
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You know what I am going through |
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I can only conclude |
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YOU UNDERSTAND. |
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| "If you confess with your mouth the Lord Jesus and believe in your heart that God has raised Him from the dead, you will be saved. (Romans 10:9)" |
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| THE BOTTOM OF THE BOTTOM-LESS PIT |
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My sorrow is deep |
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A dry well |
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It is said, "The eyes are the window to the soul" |
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Mine betray me |
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I am so bitter and empty |
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Unable to shed a tear |
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My eyes, cracked and withered |
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A barren desert |
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I have no faith |
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My doubts outnumber |
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those of Thomas |
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So I turn |
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I crave |
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Something tangible |
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Someone caring |
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To hold me close and say, |
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"Everything's gonna be all right" |
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Someone to satify my starvation |
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I am overwhelmed and injured |
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Schoolwork crushes me |
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Like a ton of bricks |
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people tease and laugh |
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The guys love my friends, not me |
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I am desperate |
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I crash to the bottom |
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Of the bottomless pit |
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Just when I think I've gone as far as possible |
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More things come, |
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pressing me further into the dust |
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Suddenly, the tears come |
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Falling rain washing over me |
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The flood gates open |
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I finally begin to sob uncontrollably |
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I am so lonely! |
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I look to Him |
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But it's too late |
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I've already committed idolatry |
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Adultery of spirit |
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But he welcomes me |
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With a forgiving smile |
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Drops of compassion |
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Drip down His cheeks |
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The holes in His arms and legs |
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Are proof he has filled my soul-chasm |
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he has made me whole |
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Though I deserve it not |
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Grace has broken my chains |
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Truth has set me free |
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The sweet words echo, |
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"My prodigal daughter, |
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Everything is going to be all right" |
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"For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord. (Romans 6:23)" |
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Persecution |
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Holy Place |
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Beauty |
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HOME |
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