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Unhindered and Unashamed

With a heart of surrender in the hands of my Lord
I am a title wave of joy
Soaking with the Truth I hold
Of the Love I cannot help but proclaim
Jesus has given me His victory over the lies of the enemy
Light He has lit in me to pass on for all to see
This light will shine for all eternity
May it be this flame be seen from sea to shining sea
If it be persecution I face I will do so joyfully
For don’t you see?
Today is but a vapor gone before the morning sun
When the Son does come what a day of jubilee
In that day how I long to hear Him say
Well done my daughter I am proud of thee
For Him I will dance and I will sing
Unhindered and unashamed all for my King
So today I willing give up my false sense of security
And trade it in for the life He longs to give me
One of Truth and Victory!

Of yesterdays and forevers

So long so soon so new you see
This is the way of this new day
So what’s to say but for this we dream
Of yesterdays and forevers
For here I sit but tomorrow not
No more is known though to be sought
When one has loved but lovers not
For as the symphony doth begin to play
A quiet heart then take wing
But when the sounds have ceased
The people gone
Who then will be left to see the dawn?

Come Then...

What is life but a breath and time but a moment?

He holds time in His hands and gives the breath in your very lungs.

Who are we to chart the course of a life we did nothing to receive?

Go then instead to the Map Maker,

He who delights in giving direction when there is none.

It is His path that does not turn to the right nor left,

but cuts straight, true, and boldly through the wildest, toughest, and darkest territories.

For even in the valley shadowed and shrouded in death,

His words do not fail.

No, for they are the guiding light that cannot be smothered,

A sure foothold amidst an ocean of uncertainty.

At the name of Jesus, darkness must flee.

With true recognition of our God in worship we find the freedom,

which called out to us within our very soul.

So then, child of the most high God, stand firm with strength and courage.

Advance boldly in great joy, for our Commander and King has already won in the fight we had no hope to survive alone.

He claimed the victory within our very hearts,

extending an invitation written in His own blood,

to us the rebellious, wretched, poor, and unclean.

Why then do we yet cling to fool’s gold,

to that which shall not last, but vanish like ash in the wind?

He crys out longing to replace our tattered, moth-eaten rags with garments of praise.

Come then running, leaping, and dancing, with joyous abandon into the arms of He who willingly allowed them to be stretched wide

as He was lifted up in our place as the only truly perfect, final sacrificial lamb.

The Good Shepherd, giving all, as the scapegoat for His flock.

For you. For Me.

What could be...

Remembering the bliss that was yesterday.
Striving to understand the truth that is today.
Longing for your arms around me.
Feeling only empty space surround me.
You don’t find this in story books. True life isn't make believe.
Dear friend can't you see, we were made to be?
But apparently it is not to be, for without peace there is no certainty.
All I can say is… thank you for your honesty.