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The biggest mystery of my whole life?
Knowing the one who was responsible for creating me.
You see, I'm a wreck.

Yet he holds for me, the greatest of these.
His divine love pouring over my cold skin,
like hot wax
but not like that of a candle
caused by a flame that burns out in the end.

Its my self revolution,
The understanding of my own condescending heart.
Maybe it's just me but I don't understand it.
Can't imagine the basis for God's mentality.
But if I could, would I still respect it?
His love so reigning,
Often so miscalculated.

It starts with that simple barrenness
My hope dried up out in the sun just the way I left it.
Just because my fleeting heart tends to malfunction,
purely that's my greed that I let rise above Him.

My heart is like an open book,
crack my spine every time you want to take a look,
Inside of me.
Its not hard to see, in the darkest part
Of my sometimes sacrilegious heart.
That I was freed, and that glimmer of light,
could set every single one of the broken hearted free.

Its this God that's blessed me,
poured out his blood
for me and for you, and everyone in this room.
He's the colossus spiritual being, wrapped me up in His arms.
My heart yearns for this,
as he yearns even greater for me.

Last time I looked in the mirror,
I didn't see that crown on my head.
Nor was I the one that instead of fleeing,
was mistreated, had this flesh torn off my back
with each and every crack of that whip
again and again.
I'm a shell of a man, who never had the guts
To lend my Father that helping hand,
And yet he still loves me!

Who am I to be left standing?
Who am I to know your name?
That when I call out, You soothe me all the same,
Telling me to go in peace, as you call me by name.
Because I'm scared of losing my self-desire,
because I'm to selfish to commit to someone
so much greater than my own heart.

And now looking back and analyzing, I understand,
This blood was spilt for every single man.
Because His love was never self rewarding,
He knew what was in store for me,
and I can't hold me tongue to keep from saying thank you.

Living in the understanding of honest freedom,
Only because He loved me, before I knew I could ever love him.
I lived with the scoffers,
But for you I'd rather be pinned down
pinned down by all your martyrs.

I want to bear that love of my savior.
With outstretched arms and eyes bright with gratitude.
Living to serve the multitudes.
As a sinner how should I declare to have any other attitude?
We the church, declare this love even when found in our solitude.

As if we fell away,
And those rocks and stones began to cry out,
Mercilessly in your name-
"My God, hallow be Thy name!"

But for some lifeless stone,
I will not stand to see your redemption be Your own.
For I will carry Your name to the end.
So that heavenly throne will not be misshaped
By ignorance and selfishness alone.

but my God!
Call me to be your bride.
I want to be held by You,

Enter into the gates of our spiritually cultivated and motivated, celebration.
Let us sing of our Resurrection,
And the glory be to our Almighty.
The Delivery of the set apart, tasting so sweet.
In contrast to the fruit in which I bite to find,
Has grown more-over rotten throughout time,
I used to call that home,
defined by my worldly sentiment alone.

For by this mercy I have grown,
As I long to be your bride,
I wish for heaven to be my home.
Purely because of your resurrecting love alone.
Because the blood, you spilled, my spirit has a home.
Because your love is unending and cannot be dethroned,
I will live.