What if I Stumble

"WHAT IF I STUMBLE"
DC TALK


Is this one for the people?
Is this one for the Lord?
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Father please forgive me for I can not compose
The fear that lives within me
Or the rate at which it grows
If struggle has a purpose on the narrow road you've carved
Why do I dread my trespasses will leave a deadly scar
Do they see the fear in my eyes?
Are they so revealing?
This time I cannot disguise all the doubt I'm feeling


I hear You whispering my name [You say]
"My love for You will never change" [never change]

What if I stumble, what if I fall?
What if I lose my step and I make fools of us all?
Will the love continue when my walk becomes a crawl?
What if I stumble, and what if I fall?

What if I stumble, what if I fall?
You never turn in the heat of it all
What if I stumble, what if I fall?
You are my comfort, and my God

Is this one for the people, is this one for the Lord?

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"The greatest single cause of atheism in the world today
Is Christians who acknowledge Jesus with their lips
Then walk out the door and deny him by their lifestyle.
That is what an unbelieving world simply finds unbelievable."


.......

Vindicated

Hope dangles on a string
Like slow spinning redemption
Winding in and winding out
The shine of it has caught my eye
And roped me in

So, mesmerizing and so hypnotizing,
I am captivated, I am

{Chorus}
Vindicated
I am selfish
I am wrong
I am right
I swear I'm right
Swear I knew it all along
And I am flawed,
but I am cleaning up so well
I am seeing in me now the things
you swore you saw yourself

So clear
Like the diamond in your ring
Cut to mirror your intention
Oversized and overwhelmed
The shine of which has caught my eye

And rendered me
So isolated,and so motivated
I am certain now that I am

{Chorus}

So turn
up the corners of your lips
Part them and feel my finger tips
Trace the moment, fall forever
Defense is paper thin
Just one touch and I'll be in
Too deep now to ever swim against the current

So let me slip away
So let me slip away
So let me slip away
So let me slip against the current
So let me slip away

{Chorus}

Slight hope dangles on a string like slow spinning redemption...



vin·di·cate ( P )
vin·di·cat·ed, vin·di·cat·ing, vin·di·cates

1.To clear of accusation, blame, suspicion, or doubt with supporting arguments or proof
2.To provide justification or support for: vindicate one's claim.
3.To justify or prove the worth of, especially in light of later developments.
4.To defend, maintain, or insist on the recognition of (one's rights, for example).
5.To exact revenge for; avenge.

In the rustling grass i hear Him pass

This Is My Father's World!



This is my Father's world, and to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.
This is my Father's world: I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
His hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father's world, the birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white, declare their Maker's praise.

This is my Father's world: He shines in all that's fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;
He speaks to me everywhere, He speaks to me everywhere

This is my Father's world.

This is my Father's world. O let me ne'er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father's world: Oh, the battle is not done
Jesus who died shall be satisfied, and earth and Heaven be one


Yeah, This is my Father's world.

The Afternoon

The Afternoon
from the album "Avocado Faultline"Words & Music by Terry Scott Taylor©2000 Careers-BMG Music Publishing, Inc

How she loved

the dawn's golden colors

brushed on the tree-arched

vestibule

Alone, she'd go out dancin'

'cross the quilt of morning dew

Had a soul for risin' early

and a heart for leavin' soon

Oh how she loved the morning

so God took her in the afternoon

Her prayers spilled over

earth and water

kissed the snow fields

and climbed the hills,

cracked the mountains of Virginia,

touched the hem of Jesus' will

Yes sweet daybreak was a lover

but he could not heal her wound

Oh how she loved the morning

so God took her in the afternoon

Today the wind's a little colder

The sun drifts 'cross a pallid sky

and the land is full of shadows

cast by dark clouds passing by

In my dreams I see her laughing

In the mist she's still at play

so each morning I go lookin'

for the child who could not stay

Now she fills the fallow green fields

with a memory-laced perfume

Oh how she loved the morning

so God took her in the afternoon

In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes

Shakespeare
Sonnet 141


In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a thousand errors note;
But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,
Who, in despite of view, is pleased to dote.
Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted;
Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone,
Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
To any sensual feast with thee alone:
But my five wits nor my five senses can
Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,
Who leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart's slave and vassal wretch to be:
Only my plague thus far I count my gain,
That she that makes me sin awards me pain.

Kicking, struggling, and resentful, yet...

"The Prodigal Son at least walked home on his own feet. But who can duly adore that Love which will open the high gates to a prodigal who is brought in kicking, struggling, resentful , and darting his eyes in every direction for a chance of escape....

....The hardness of God is kinder than the softness of men, and His compulsion is our liberation."


-Surprised by Joy-
C.S. Lewis