There was a day in which I was lost
There was a day in which I was blind
There was a day in which I was deaf
There was a day in which I was dead

But by The Father, as The Son, through The Spirit
I am healed

I was lost and He searched for me
I was blind and He gave me vision
I was deaf and He gave me ears
I was dead and He gave me breath

I was running like a scared dog
And He chased me until He caught me
He took me by the hand leading me back

I was hiding like a coward
And He searched day and night until He found me
He brought me to His home

I was cursing Him like fool
And He curbed my mouth into His praises
He took my voice and glorified Him

I was worshipping a pagan god
And He destroyed my idols
He took my false gods and revealed Himself

I was an orphan waiting for love
And He picked me up out of my darkness
He made me His own

I was dumbed by my knowledge
And He set me free
He showed the way

He told us we were lost
And we couldn't even hear Him
He showed us our faults
And we couldn't even see them
He touched us in our broken places
And we couldn't even feel it
He fed us the fruits of His love
And we couldn't even taste it
He shared with us the aroma of his love
And we couldn't even smell it

Alone we sat in our darkness
Before He became incarnate
Alone we were, far from Glory
Feeling distant from The Father
Not knowing The Son

Begotten, not made, The Son became incarnate
Into our darkness, He became us
The Son felt the brokenness
He felt our darkness, our sin
He was God walking as man

He showed us the way
And we followed
He filled the gap of our faults
And we felt his endless love
He covered our wounds
And we were healed
He gave us bread and wine
And came and we ate, and we drank
He filled our lives with his sweetness
And we basked in the glory of His aroma

In love, The Father gave his son
In flesh, The Son loved without bounds
In mystery, The Spirit works in us

By the boundless, endless mystery
Of the great love of God,
We are saved

Jesus, Son of The Father
Hanging on a Roman Cross
Pierced for the iniquity of men
Killed for the love of His bride
With nails in His hands
Swords in His sides
Thorns on His head
His body slain
The body to feed His bride
His blood poured
The blood to quench the Church

"This is my body"
To eat of it
To feed the bride.
The Body of Christ,
The Bread of Heaven
To delight in the Holy Eucharist,
The spiritual feast, in Communion with God
To worship the Holy Name of the Savior

"This is my blood"
To drink of it
To quench the bride.
The Blood of Christ,
The Cup of Salvation
To delight in the Holy Eucharist
The spiritual feast, in Communion with God
To worship the Holy Name of the Savior

Hanging on the Roman Cross
God, The Son Himself crying to the Father
"Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachtani?"
"My God, My God, why have You forsaken me?"
Plagued by the false view of the Father
The pagan god in the hearts of men
Inherited with the humanity of The Son
While the sin of man
Hangs with the Son of Man

The earth shaking
And hearts breaking
With eyes crying
And law tearing
With the world changing
And The Son dying

The trueness,
The oneness
Of the Father
United with The Son and Spirit
In communion with The Spirit and Son

The Gifts of God
For the People of God
To partake in whenever together
In Remembrance of the savior
Christ died for us
Feed on Him with our hearts
And remember our union in Him
With Faith and Thanksgiving

We are saved by the triune God of grace
By the Love of the triune God of love
By the Blessing of God Almighty
The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit
Be upon us and remain forever
Let us keep the feast!
Allelujah!

The sun passes away
The moon rises in the late night sky
The sun has set on this day
The dark sky has cast
The night is cold
The dark is long
But the sun will rise
The light will overtake the dark
And the night will be gone
All the problems of night pass
And the dark of morning takes
All the glory the daylight makes
In the glory of the Noonday sun

The car drives through the valley
Along the roads laid out years ago
Through the hills and countryside
Over rivers and gorges
The beautiful landscape sculpted
The beautiful valley laid

But when the sun goes down
All is different
The hills seem higher in the countryside
The rivers deepen
And the gorges steepen
The beautiful landscape darkened
The beautiful valley changed

How the Valley is like our lives
In the light the beauty is seen
The beauty sculpted
The green and lush
The curving earth
And beautiful forests

But then in the dark days
When all is bleak
We see the cliffs heighten
And the rivers flood
The once beautiful place
Turns to a nightmare
And we know not where to go
And we know not what to do

But the beautiful valley has not changed
Only our eyes
The same beauty lies
If our eyes would stop the lies
And let us see the beauty laid
Even in the painful days

A kingdom on the Nile
A man who called himself a god
Ruling over the people of the river
Enslaved we were in that Kingdom
By this man, Pharaoh, who called himself a god
Imprisoned by our chains
Enslaved by these whips and lashes
Enslaved by the sins of our fathers
Imprisoned by our own hearts

Our people flee from the rule of Pharaoh
Escaping the reach of his arm
We will follow Pharaoh no more
A way has been made
A way to the Promised Land
Through the Wilderness we fled
Out of the tyranny of Pharaoh’s reach
To our toil in the Wilderness we go
But with hope in the Promised Land

We will follow Pharaoh no more
A way has been made
A way to the Promised Land
We follow Moses
As he parts the roaring waters
Anyone can enter through the cleared path
Both righteous and unrighteousness can pass
Following Moses' lead
As he leads to the Promised Land

There is no shame in passing through the waters
For the love of God lies in the waters' part
By God, Moses parts the sea
Leading us to the Promised Land
A land filled with the Glory of God
Flowing endlessly with milk
Flowing sweetly with honey
In the land promised generations before
But Moses was a flawed savior

Moses could not lead us to this fertile land
But when we entered
We saw the great glory of the land promised
But we were still imprisoned
And we are still enslaved
Not by the toil of chains
Not by a man who called himself a god
But by our own iniquities
And by our own faults

Into exile we led ourselves
Enslaved by foreign nations
Betrayed by our own selves
Exiled into unknown lands
Exiled from the land of our fathers, the land promised
Awaiting reconciliation
Awaiting the Messiah promised
Chained by the faults of our humanity
Following the hearts of men

Then God on High came to Earth down low
To be that which He came to save
To save that which He became
Knowing the faults of our broken humanity
The Son of God became the mere son of a carpenter
Then He paid a hefty price for His bride
He laid down His life, and He and His bride became one
He married this ******* woman
And He sanctified her

For our sins, He died
For our faults, He gave His life
To give us living breath, He breathed His last
He died our death
Then resurrected us with Himself
To pay the price for His bride
A price none would ever pay for such a *****
But bought we are, with His blood
And in Him, we have new life

We will follow Pharaoh no more,
That man who called himself a god
A way has been made
By a man who is God
To the Promised Land we walk
A way has been made
In the Glory of God we'll live
There is no shame in coming to the cross
The love and blood of God was poured at the foot
A new Moses on the cross
Leading to the Promised Land
The arms of Moses stretched out upon the cross
Leading to the Promised Land
Where we will dwell for all time
For we have been delivered

We venture across the frozen desert
Separated from the warmth we had been accustomed to
Gone from the lush green jungles
And the blue lakes surrounded by living meadows
Gone from the beautiful valleys
And the great hills 
Gone from the flowing streams
And the elegant bustling cities

For that was years ago, now
When our journey was enjoyable
And the mission foreseeable 
Getting to the Holy Mountain
That which was promised
But years have passed since
Now we no longer venture in beautiful places
But only in this frozen desert

For though the wind blows
And the cold air comes
And the warmth has left us
We fight for that which might become ours

Exiled we have been
Becoming strangers in a strange land
Like a light in the dark night sky
Like a star shining in the midst of darkness

For though we are in exile
Though we reside in this utter darkness
Are we not light bearers?
Are we not being used as instruments to sanctify the world?

Like stars burning in the night
And lights brightening the dark
We need to be light in the darkness
To make the night become bright like the noon day sun

The people walking in the darkness have seen a great light
People in the high-rises of the great city
And those in the deep valley of the countryside
They, once in darkness, saw the great lights in the night sky

For a new time has come
The age of darkness is passed
The time of light has begun
The Lord has come
The spring is born from this terrible winter
All sad things will come untrue
And all things are being made new

Prepare the way!

I stand in a field planted by another
A plot of land bought by my fathers
Growing crops for the generations coming
The field bearing fruit for hundreds of years
Since the fathers of my fathers’ fathers came across the sea
And planted their seed in this once-empty field
To feed their generations yet to be born

My fathers came strangers in a strange land
My fathers sought the welfare of the land
But maintaining and keeping their nation
Not accommodating the native people of the land
But raising and maintaining their nation of old
My fathers were not saviors, not to people or the land
They only prepared the way for this to come
So for reasons similar, we too prepare the way

We do the humble work of planting the seeds
We till this land for the generations to come
We plant seeds for others to sow in their time
Just as my fathers did before me
We prepare the way of The Lord
We prepare a field for our children
And plant seeds for the children of our children
We work and toil for the blessings of our children

A seed is planted in the field
It will grow some day to feed my generations
I may not see what it grows to be
And I may not see who it goes to feed
But I know it will grow into food for generations
I know this to be true just like a woodsman
A woodsman knows that the acorn goes on to be a tree
And the oak becomes a forest in a thousand years

And so I till the field
And I plant the seeds in our land
And I give my love to generations to come
The Love of God

There are many gifts in God’s great creation
All part of His great economy of the order of things
The gift of breath
The gift of song and of music
The gift of life, of image, of love
The gift of all things
The gift of even --dare I say it-- death
He gifted all things that are

All is gifted unto us
All is given by the Triune God
In all gifted, there was still incompleteness
There was nothing to respond to God
So constructed into the image of God
Comes a gift better than any gift before given
With the breath of God flowing to our lungs
Wearing a crown of the honor and glory of God

This gift, these people- Us
He says to explore
He says to see the world that we have been gifted
To unwrap the gifts given
To gift our gifts to the world that we are exploring
But there was this problem, a tree
It was not a gift, in fact it was forbidden
Yet still, we unwrapped it, we took that which was not ours to take

We were overcome by death
Overcome by udder sadness
Overcome by sickness, and hurt
By this torturous, terrible thing
This terrible stolen anti-gift
And for it we paid a hefty price
We lost all we were
We lost all we were meant to be

No longer did we fulfill our meaning
Where we were to be gift givers
Where we were to be life to the world
Where we were to bless all things
We took that which was not offered
We broke our relationship with God
Not only did we suffer
But all creation suffered with and due to

Then came a new gift
A gift to restore
A gift to be freely taken
Yet a gift of great responsibility
This gift would set free
But also bind
This was a gift of all gifts
This was a gift to end all gifts

God Himself became man
Offering Himself unto death
So that all things could be made new
So all that was sad would become untrue
Now, as we were once to be
We could, ourselves, be gifts to the world
Blessing the world
Giving life to a lifeless

Our gifts were joined with Christ
With this gift, we would become like the gift we were
More like it than ever before
For Christ makes us more human than we've ever been
Where we would offer the world to The Father
And for the life of all things
Our priesthood would be restored
All things would be restored
All things would be made new
All sad things would come untrue
The world would be restored

Prepare the way!