I stand here at the edge of the road
The cross road…
The edge is the ditch of shame
How can one so zealous for his saviour be in such a place as this…
There must have been a wrong turn a planting of some sort that didn’t grow
And I came alone so I am
I go on but to what point and cause
Go to the North
Will I find one there
Go to the South are there any there who care
Were I to the east where all the harsh storms come
Oh maybe to the west to the setting of the sun
But if I here remain
How ever shall I find life and change
Was I not planted long ago
What uproot now and where to go
Seems a fools foul game unwittingly I played
But still look I and believe
There must be a place
There Must Be A Place
The Pen the sword – The ear the word
The spear the heart – The flesh the will
The sword the cross – The telling sound
The driven nails the solid ground
The life the Rock the sand the time
The Son the King – the life the line
Unto all time the song to sing – written in
Blood of the king
The pen the song – The sound the line
The song the ear the nails
The Son the King
The Son the song the heart to sing
The word the pen the song
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Quiet… its so quiet I thought I heard an angle cry.
I thought I saw within my heart, as with his wings he hid his eyes.
Crying Holy! Holy! Holy! Then faded off into sacred silence of his own place.
Sitting down I took my pen to capture such a sight, my heart reeling, tearing, and moved to tears, as deep within I cry — Holy, Holy, Holy!
And I drift off into a quit, silent sigh.
Blessed are you Lord, Blessed is Your Holy name.
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As I entered into His pavilion, through streets of Gold clear as crystal glass yet solid as mountains firm .
My heart pounded in my chest, and the blood surging in my temples made me nearly stagger in the presence of His Majesty.
Although this was my first time here I strangely felt as though I had been this way before.
Crumbling within, crashing suddenly my strength failing me my eyes and mind only working any more, spirit soaring yet terrified in Holy fear.
This is my Fathers house, stunning in Glory.
Hostile… His presence to mortal flesh, I collapsed to the ground when I came to rest.
“Oh Jesus! Oh Jesus I’m not worth to be here!
But by your blood… only by your blood
1 cor 2: 9-10 “Eye has not seen, nor ear heard,
nor have entered into the heart of man
The things which God has prepared for those who love Him.”
But God has revealed them to us through His Spirit.
For the Spirit searches all things, yes, the deep things of God.
Straight is the gate narrow the way
Clear is the mind that stays
Walk your long road carry your cross
Count all you thought gain to be only loss
Hold on dear heart hold tight to the beam
That keeps your steps here closer to Him
For straight is the way narrow the gate
Long is the suffering that makes one walk
Loud is the sound of the trumpets call
With hearts set on Christ we shall stand and not fall
“He” is life”
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So long I’ve walked so far alone
I must be close close to my home
So cold the nights so bare the walls
No window lights the lonely halls
The light within this light of mine
a glowing ember true
It burns a flame of deep desire
My Lord to come to you
The nights been long I say again
So dark outside but not within
Make this light of your to grow
Like the dawning of the Lord in me
In you I trust in you I hope
So long I’ve walked I must be close
All my fountains are in you my hope of life each day
My chance to breathe
My heart that beats thanks to God my king
Hurriedly I go to do to do my daily things
To work to to toil to strive to live to life to life to bring
To home to come at evening time to sit with you and rest
To smile and just to know
That though I’m grown
A man I’m like a child father
Father I’m your child