Non-Audible Mix Tape (track 5)

"Hosanna"(Psalters, The Devine Liturgy of the Wretched Exiles)

Holy holy, Lord God of power and might
Heaven and earth are full of your glory
Hosanna in the highest
Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord
Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna

Oh is it true that songs can do what bombs have always missed?
To strike the lips of power that all men have longed to kiss
That all may know if You don't save then everything is lost
Your road map to freedom is from infancy to the cross

No rock will bear my load, I'll cry out load with in my time
A battle cry against this world
"God help me!" is the line
And as I rush upon the field I know I may fall slain
But I would fight and die than live my life in vain

Non-Audible Mix Tape (track 4)

The King shall come when morning dawns,
And light triumphant breaks;
When beauty gilds the eastern hills,
And life to joy awakes.

Not as of old a little child
To bear, and fight, and die,
But crowned with glory like the sun
That lights the morning sky.

O brighter than the rising morn
When He, victorious, rose,
And left the lonesome place of death,
Despite the rage of foes.

O brighter than that glorious morn
Shall this fair morning be,
When Christ, our King, in beauty comes,
And we His face shall see.

The King shall come when morning dawns,
And earth’s dark night is past;
O haste the rising of that morn,
The day that aye shall last.

And let the endless bliss begin,
By weary saints foretold,
When right shall triumph over wrong,
And truth shall be extolled.

The King shall come when morning dawns,
And light and beauty brings:
Hail, Christ the Lord! Thy people pray,
Come quickly, King of kings.

Non-Audible Mix Tape (track 3)

I sing the mighty power of God,
that made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
and built the lofty skies.
I sing the wisdom that ordained
the sun to rule the day;
The moon shines full at God's command,
and all the stars obey.

I sing the goodness of the Lord,
who filled the earth with food,
Who formed the creatures through the Word,
and then pronounced them good.
Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed,
wherever I turn my eye,
If I survey the ground I tread,
or gaze upon the sky.

There's not a plant or flower below,
but makes Thy glories known,
And clouds arise, and tempests blow,
by order from Thy throne;
While all that borrows life from Thee
is ever in Thy care;
And everywhere that we can be,
Thou, God art present there.

Non-audible Mix Tape (track 2)

-I know it isn't all that creative for me to put up someone else's writing. Maybe one should think of these posts as a non-audible mix tape.

All i've got is one shot
So let's get it over with
Tell me where do i aim
It's all the same to me
I've got nothing to lose and nothing to gain
I thought i was halfway but i'm not even close
I am running in circles around you
Without ever getting a clearer view of you

If you want it to end right here
It will end right here
This will be the end of the line
If you want me to pull over now
I will pull over now
I will turn around right here
All it takes is all that i'm not
All I need is all you've got
Show me where do I go
I can't see the wood for the trees

You have brought me so far
Now finish what you've started
You have brought me so far
Now won't you take me home

This Beautiful Mess (non-audible mix tape track 1)

This Beautiful Mess cuts me to the core with words I often feel but am unable to articulate. I am not suggesting them as "the greatest song writers", I know they may not resonate with everyone. However, they are song writers who seem to have felt the same tension of a calling and faith as in my life, it is one I often wish would leave me alone.
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Weighed and found wanting
Spelled out on each wall
My name is on your list
I won't get away with this
There's blood on my hands
There's blood on your face
Throw me into the well
I'm as guilty as hell

Lost and found again
I'm found and still lost
Get me off of your list
I'm not cut out for this
Guilty is written all over my face
Cast me into the waves
Send me in one of your whales

I am on the verge of a bankruptcy
What is it that you could possibly want from me
and what is it that you give me credit for
I've got nothing here that's not already yours

Weighed and found wanting
Spelled out on each wall
Your word against my fist
I'm not cut out this

Guilty is written all over my face
Pull me out of the lake
Now my faith is on the wane
For me ten others
Ten others for me
Take my seat it's free
Let this cup pass me
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Being Wrong

A person will often arrive at a position where they must reevaluate themselves and their stance on certain things that have begun to define their identity.
There are probably several directions this reevaluation can take a person. One common direction and often the first reaction is to take a direction in defense of what makes up a person's identity. “I am right, and the rest of the people should learn to accept that” Thus a person will often construct nice sounding reasons of why they must hold their stance rather than reevaluate and perhaps accept their own wrongness. A complicated layer of righteous sounding reasoning is liable to come from a person at this stage. While all people are partially in this stage. I have come to realize the depths of how captivated I have been in this stage.
The second stage seems to be critical reevaluation towards one self rather than defense of the self’s identity. From time to time, the ground beneath me seems to realign as I discover that I myself have been seriously wrong and that to make matters worse I have indeed reasoned out successive layers and structures of self righteous wrongness on top of the original wrongs without ever doing much critical reflection. As long as the wrong answers one gives themself continue to work out with desired results there is no motivation to get to this second stage of having to dig backward into reevaluating one’s own personal wrongs. I have discovered that I am now in one of those positions currently.
I have slowly been arriving at, and have now come to a point of very serious reevaluation and realization that any and perhaps all criticisms leveled against my church family via blog or in personal conversation during the past year have either been communicated so poorly and gracelessly that they were effectually wrong, or were substantively wrong at the core. In looking back, I have gone from feeling like a coward for not speaking up to choosing the path of an arrogant hypocrite.
It is an exciting time to be now open to reevaluating all the places I have gone wrong.