Way Before the Flood


justified

my halo's broken fallen down all around my toes and i feel the only way for me to get it back above my head is dig a hole throw myself in cover me up and tell every fair weathered friend i can think of it's gonna be gray so go away since being justified it's just as if i'd never sinned at all it's the unsoiled soul that sees the face of God it's his face i am seeking after all if salvation makes a subtle sound for those with ears to hear is the sound that you hear the sound that i hear sins being justified it's just as if i'd never sinned at all i hear.....


wbf

way before the flood i built an ark of crepe paper hay and mud so ship shape and seaworthy for all to adore set a course with the stone cold compass inside my heart all aboard i heard the congregation roar just before the flood maybe this map i've been reading has been misunderstood to love God and to serve Christ need be the only thing if God has called you to be a missionary don't stoop to be a king is it busy up there we're waiting there are so many souls down here just waiting now in the flood the light we walk in is not manufactured by us why build that ark where you can't see over your own bow so on a cue from God the Father stepped out and walked on water


mudhouse

gazes down between shivering legs nine months from now i could be a father it's not worth it no matter what the world says tomorrow she'll visit the doctor eric built his house on mud water tore it down when the water came up i heard him say i wish i would've waited sunday morning chat against the church wall what's wrong my friend your eyes can't seem to meet mine i'm not sure yet let's hope it's nothing at all then with a sob he says i've done it this time gazes up between shivering hands a long time ago someone died for my sins Jesus Christ do i get another chance i promise i will not fall in again i wish i would've waited .......


cleverness

cleverness i suspect does not reflect intelligence in the midst of argument is what you missed really what i meant how cleverly you defend yourself from all that is good for you what you believe in so often depends on what you want to be good for you the lungs that fill with ignorance will exhale disobedience will our dispute over what is right always generate more heat than light


adrien james

it's father's day everybody celebrate but me i forgot again for the twenty-third year in a row but I don't know if i'm bitter or just a bit confused and on days like this how could you not be the letter i got wrinkled and yellow from years hidden in some cardboard box mom didn't want me to see until i was old enough and what advice to give your son you said do what you think is right in life you can never go wrong when adrien james left marie and son one-third of the whole was gone did you miss the part about until death do us part or did that wedding ring really not mean anything to you adrien if i could meet you now would you act anything like a father should would you find it hard to call me son my father fallible father has been replaced by my Father heavenly Father sometimes i wonder if i will ever grow to love anyone like him sometimes i wonder if i will ever grow to look anything like him


primrose

your attention please for what every effective speaker needs is an audience listening i promise i won't give you any more than you need rose-colored glasses shade the path from those who have walked away and they're telling everyone everything's okay but we will all face God someday so we won't quit until we refine all the salt we find you'd better look at whose looking glass you're looking through choice is the code word of the day so they pin it on the tail of a left-wing donkey already mistakes are being made and they're telling everyone everything's okay so we won't quit until we refine all the salt we find you'd better look at whose looking glass you're looking through before the primrose view overtakes you


happy face

at the fulcrum of my walk where i sway between right and wrong will i follow that's for me to decide will i follow him the rest of my life God only knows my fate anyway at the apogee of these days when the light of God seems so far away could tomorrow be the day i see his face what's with this nihilism put on a happy face in a culture of opinion in a culture of relativism know the context and the content and the consequence of being born again


comte's perspective

i am not king of your consciences i can't talk you into believing God exists are we capable of knowing something is knowledge proof is proof objective have you bought into comte's perspective beyond what we see beyond what we hear there's glory beyond compare trust me grace abounds as far as i can tell there is more heaven than hell what it easier when i knew less now there's no ignorance in this bliss God's word's a knife penetrates bone separates it from the marrow consider this out in the hereafter it won't be your truth nor mine but what's true that mattered


handshake

when ric came to talk there wasn't a dry eye that watched and if you'll stretch the analogy we've all found liquid cocaine desirous all of us have fallen for sin everyone has struggles with temptation all of us were wounded some of us are dead ric acquired the immune deficiency syndrome here's my hand when he reaches two-thirty he'll be gone he laughed when i said safe sex is an oxymoron sure he's gay but he swears he didn't get it that way if sin is sin you're just another gay book judged by the cover whose next page is stamped the end so here's my handshake should i be scared when paul grabbed the serpent paul's life was spared so shall mine be if a needle prick brought this disease take my sincerest sympathies you got'em man and here's my handshake will it spread through my skin when my hand touches him it won't spread through when my hand touches him here's my handshake watch our hands shake

confirmation day

twenty five white robed students walking under narthex structure file past the priest butterflies in stomachs empty from a pre-mass fast candles in hand take front row seats twenty five infant christians at the altar called to confess what they believe cameras flash and mother's cry can they see new life in wide eyes from their overflowing pews on this easter Sunday eve no howling wind no tongues of fire back to our pews we retire to an ovation so loud from the standing room only crowd three years go by the question's raised just who is that God you praise finding the line ain't so fine between going to church and being saved this is my confirmation day we should all be serving the same God shouldn't we we are not all serving the same God are we

nail holes

if there is poetry in God's mystery it's in the way he reveals himself to me so you'll believe when you see? i say you won't see 'till you believe thomas said until i see in his hands the print of the nails thomas said until i stick my fingers in the print of the nails i won't believe thomas saw the nail holes do we need the nail holes i don't need the nail holes

passion song (bonus track)

Simon of Cyrene put it down Simon of Cyrene take it up follow Jesus follow footprints of blood Simon of Cyrene take it up Simon of Cyrene take it down to Golgotha to the place of the skull never bothered to carry a cross save the one around my neck hangin' by a cord what's it for i'm not sure

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