Life in Death

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you know there can only be one master of your life
that decides if you go to the left or right

if that isn't God, then pray tonight
and give God that invite to rewrite your life
so you can shine bright despite your dark
here's your chance to have a new start
 

we sing that Jesus has died
and we look to the skies
we say "God you are the most high"
but ourselves we do not deny

so we spit in the face of his only son
by not believing that he's really won

that he's saved us from this average life
That he's given us the spirit and he's paid the price

your kingdom come, your will be done
but through someone else cuz I'm not the one
I'll wear this cross around my neck
but I won't follow Christ in his life or death

there's no condemnation in Christ
so hand me that crack pipe and give me a light man
I know that Jesus is pretty alright
But it's my life and I'll do as I like

Jesus didn't bleed so that we could sin freely
but by the Spirit of God we could live sin free
but we go with the flow of this society
and pray to God "Please bless me."
like he wants to be a friend just to buy you a beer
when he wants sit on the throne of his kingdom here

this sickness and disease of complacency
will continue to consume us till we see
that our lives are not ours and decide
that Christ didn't lie when he told us
that we have to deny ourselves and
leave what we have and follow the path
he laid out way back
when he took the wrath of God on his back
and spent three days in the depths
to take the keys out of the hands of death

this is a two part relationship see
faith without works has damned you to complacency
and without faith, works is like guessing at God's purpose
like using Christ's name without his endorsement

so how do you love the Lord with all your heart
with all your soul and with all your mind
Jesus did it on the cross when he had to die
He said the greatest love is when we lay down our lives
so in our death is where we'll thrive
and find hope that will cut through the lies
and bring us life that flows from the Holy Spirit inside

We have to believe that with Christ in the lead
he'll lead us to a place where we're completely free,
completely redeemed, freed from a life of greed,
sin and decay, made new, made whole again,
and walk out the life God planned
from before the foundation of the world began
 

we need to set off on this life long walk
of dying to ourselves and not just talking the talk
Jesus said the gate is narrow and the way is hard
so pick up your sword and stand on guard
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10 Dollar Shoes

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fast tapping feat and a heavy heart
filled with lead and inscribed with how great though art
push me to describe and transcribe these hieroglyphics inside
that plague my soul
the truth is my whole
being is wrapped up in this search for meaning
and I can't stop this wandering mind
that wanders to the divine
realities that lay just underneath and overhead
I just want these truths to lay me down in their beds
sing me to sleep to wake up to an eternal heaven
I refuse to be abused by these styrofoam truths
that have been infused in the morning and nightly news
and Saturday morning cartoons
and children dance to the tunes of marketing gurus
who've already sold them uzis
loaded with 9 tenth truths
that they'll use to assassinate those
who appose the social norm
a consumer market is being born every second
and men tie their shoes, kiss their wives,
walk out the door and get paid to exploit them
because every man wants the American dream
giving a residence to need
and built on a foundation of greed
that will suck you dry like a disease
and no matter how much you feed it
it will keep you in the belief
that you are so close to defeating it
when you're really just a dead horse being beaten

and I don't know why you don't decide
to look for meaning in your lives
beyond your latés and mocha fraps
that keep you only half satisfied
these lies are woven into the very fabric of our society
and without devising a plan against it
we'll continue to live a life
dedicated to our own enslavement
these bricks and mortar are building homes
for a concrete god who doesn't exist
keep thinking these homes are for us
they really serve as our prisons
but I won't be bought with shiny things
that dangle in front of my face
trying to take my eyes off the way
the truth and the life I'll keep
these sandals on for this rocky hike
resisting the concrete and sneakers
used of men and women alike
I've read their reviews
10 out of 10 for those 10 dollar shoes
and these sandals are used, warn out and abused
forming blisters but I refuse
to take the easy way because it'll pay
off in the end when I sit

and eat bread with a friend
who also calls me son
and He'll hopefully say well done
so I'll strive and toil
for a prize that can't be begged for or borrowed
when the time comes
His words will be locked and loaded
and shot through His gun
that'll hit me in the chest
bring me to my knees to worship a God
who is eternally righteous and just

and tears will fall for the things I've done wrong
and for the times I let fear keep me in bondage
so for now I'll pick up this dirty cross
dust it off, embrace it and follow
a God who gave it all to restore us from the fall
so fall out of line with these lies
and pick up your cross as I did

let's walk together towards righteousness
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Facade

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In a world of overstated hub caps and sunglasses, these beat up kicks will lead me down a road of painful inner struggles towards purpose and perfection. You stare at me through your tinted reality as though I have something to lose to your judgement. The stones you throw will be the building blocks to your own castle protecting you from perspective, sunlight, hope, and desire for purpose beyond your stone walls of self righteousness. There is a truth beyond the concrete foundation of your spoon fed paradigm. A hope beyond success built upon chocolate sidewalks and sweet words without action. Who will stand when the rains come? Who will resist the flood waters? What will save you? Polished shoes and a button up won't save you from the swift water and bitter cold. Fashion will be the first breeze of a torrent of wind passing through your ring and middle finger. You believe freedom can be found in ideologies. Running towards freedom, you've run from absolutes. Running towards your own idea of love, you've run from truth. Free thinking has turned into mindlessly swaying on a sea of uncertainty. Wanting truth and love, you've found a higher ground of foundationless morale doomed to collapse. You're searching for depth in a self made wading pool of self deception. Demanding equality at the cost of individuality. Searching interior without exterior context has chained you to your 6 foot square self decorated sandbox reality. Look to the skies. Take the scales from your eyes and see the evidence of the great artist. See the brush stroke trees and brightly painted skies holding truths beyond the self made prison of our minds.
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