Looking for the Eucatastrophe

Fighting through blizzards of emotion, I shiver at the prospects of a frozen heart. Left to my own self centered decision, I often choose to let myself be torn apart. Yet, hope is rising as I raise my head, No longer do I feel a foreboding dread. Walking on a path of glassy ice, I tremble lest I slip and fall once more. Terrified of my wretched vice, I don't want it to be as it was before. However, I see a light amidst shadows, And how it will go God alone knows. Though bitter winds sweep past, I will still hold on to your hand. Confident of truth at the very last, To this end will I finally make my stand. Never before have I not been afraid, But in this new light all the old ways fade.

Thoughts collide In brilliant flashes Tearing seams As if I'd lied. Buried in ashes Of battered dreams I finally fall apart. Torn across time And space As I lost heart, Seeing my crime In this dark place I surrender all. No where to go But deeper in And I still fall. I already know Of my sin Which writhes inside my soul. I will remain Offering tithes Of my whole As though insane. Calm captures me I can still be free, Please help me.

Joy breaks upon my heart, And the clouds begin to part. In a stupor I start to fade, The love You show is art. One moment I would not trade, Or let anyone persuade, That I'd escape from You. For all the times I've strayed. How could this be so true? A love known to the very few. How can this be my fate? You've made me to be new. No longer bound by hate, God's love for us is still great, Greater than our pitiful state. Hope and joy will not be late.

All hands on deck! The sea is raging strong. All hands on deck! Winds whip all night long. Our course is set ahead, Wake the slumbering dead. The Pilot still stands tall, Amidst the mighty waves. He will not let us fall, Blood and water saves. Though a darker course, He still remains the source. All hands on deck! Waves are rising high. All hands on deck! You cannot live a lie. Rigging is tattered and torn, Bear the weight of the thorn. Piercing eyes still lead, As the treacherous mist rolls in. He has set forth our creed, Setting us free from our sin. Anchored to the very deeps, Where the darkness never sleeps. All hands on deck! Tremble at the steep cost. All hands on deck! We've come for the lost. Our Pilot sets us free, Even in storms can we see. Savior of the earth, Rescuing the sunken dead. The safest berth, Slaying the darkest dread. Trading life for life, Freeing us from the strife. All hands on deck! Sail for the King. All hands