Facing trials, tribulations.

This is the forecast of our lives.

We hold inside our reservations

Of what will get us by.

Turning within for the strength

That comes from above.

We turn our thoughts inside

Our minds on us and not on love.

First to last we fall (we fall) and

Last to first (in time)

For a Servant's heart (we rise)

Faith consumes we replace (we partake)

The doubt inside our fate (of grace He gave)

It turns my heart

Our cancer has been cured

But we haven't realized

It's not about us being “good”

Maybe you're scared that they'll see

The open side of Me

And they’ll realize that you’re not

Who you’ve been made to be.

The time has come to stand as one.

Take my strength and overcome.

The battle is done. Why are you scared,

And standing still, ashamed of love in which you dwell?

First to last we fall (we fall) and

Last to first (in time)

For a Servant's heart (we rise)

Faith consumes we replace (we partake)

The doubt inside our fate (of grace He gave)

It turns my heart.

Lets GO!!!

In the time before the great surrender, I would hide my face in His presence.

My guilt consuming and ever reaching,

I did not understand how the greatest love of all came down for me and lived the life of a mortal man.

Calling and beckoning my heart to His own.

The Heart of the firstborn of all creation; the heart of the Paradigm.

Places unseen in my own soul drawn bare before His gaze,

I wanted nothing more than to see His face.

With this slate of disgrace thrown away, I hear these words:

“YOU ARE MINE!”