How horrible to wake one day and see what I have done!
How beautiful to see new life, so firm in me begun!
How many souls had withered away while I was having “fun”.
How precious is the knowledge that again they won’t be done;
Those empty acts of selfish pride, shot out as if a gun.
Holstered now because of He who is the Holy One.
By His Grace
Ah, the drunken bravado;
Drunk, and pride darkened mind.
Filled with strength,
And overflowing!
Either bolstered by
Drink, or his pride.
He spits in the face of fear.
And all his friends greatly cheer.
“I am not afraid of death or hell.
For all my friends are there!”
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Will you come apart,
And reason with me?
Will you put down
Your weapons of pride?
What you have spoken
Need not be recalled.
But let us speak of
The nature of dying.
What is sin?
Have you thought of the din,
That reaches the ears of God?
You perceive yourself slighted,
Freedom taken away.
I propose that,
That’s really quite odd.
Were you there in the place,
Where his loving embrace
Was so full of Life,
Tender and sweet?
Do you know what it’s like
When your best of intent
Is so callously
Thrown at your feet?
Have you purposed great good,
Then perceived that what should
Be received with great joy,
Is rejected?
Your love sent them best,
With great hopes of sweet rest.
Still, they spit in your face,
Unmolested!
“Bravado, bravado,
Bravado!” They yell.
As if there is something to gain.
But dear friend, when you die,
When death closes your eyes,
In death you forever remain.
The one who is chiefly injured,
Is not the freedom of man.
My friend.
The one who is cut to the heart,
Is the glorious Son of Man.
By His Grace
“I Will Not Go Quietly”
I was born with an angel whispering in my ear
Telling me sacred secrets that God wanted me to hear
And I have lived to tell the mysteries I’ve been told
And even when they tell me it’s my time to go
No I will not, no I will not, not go quietly
No I will not, no I will not, not go quietly
No, no, not go quietly no, no, not go quietly
These things I tell, they are much truer
Than the heart of he who speaks
Even so, this humble servant
Cannot help but talk about his king
So I will sing ’cause I can’t hold back the song
I shout and scream, until God takes me home
No I will not, no I will not, not go quietly
No I will not, no I will not, not go quietly
No, no, not go quietly no, no, not go quietly
So how can I keep silent?
So how can I not speak?
And tell about the Savior
Who has set this prisoner free?
No I will not, no I will not, not go quietly
No I will not, no I will not, not go quietly
No, no, not go quietly no, no, not go quietly
Steven Curtis Chapman
By His Grace
The message of Man to God: “We will dictate to you our desire and you will succumb. We will play in our filthy way until we have had enough, and sleep. And you will receive us because you are love!
Your people walk among us and demand too much. They accuse us of wanton behavior. We are sick of their meddling words! We only do what is natural, and you unjustly accuse us.
We have attained freedom from your so called holy ways. Now we revel in the filthy streets as pleases us to do. We will not come in and be properly dressed! Send your people out that they may revel with us in this filthy place.
You have commanded us, and we have had enough. And now as you can see, we put our feet firmly in the filth and command you! Now be the love you say you are, and send them out to play with us!”
So you have said in all your unholy and ungodly way. You do the things that are filthy. And with your unholy mouth you command the Sovereign God.
It will not go well with you when the Lord rises. He will surely rise and all you rebellious youth will be destroyed from his Holy House. He will rise up and expose your filthy ways.
As you are defiant now, so you will be on that day of His Rising. The Holy One has spoken, “There will be weeping and gnashing of teeth”.
Who are the wise among you? Who will perceive that these words are true? Who will approach the porch of the Holy house of God and beg entrance and cleanliness? For he has also spoken, that those who do so with earnest heart, will be cleansed and well fed. Forgiveness demands repentance.
See how it remains before you; the choice between life and death. Respond now and live. Remain in your rebellious filth and you will surely die.
By His Grace
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