Thursday, January 7, 2016

I will desperately seek you.

With gratitude I lift my hands in worship
With gratitude I lift my hands.

With outstretched fingers I reach for you

with open hearts and soft gazes 
we search the world for your presence
we search for a place for you 
where you can abide 
where you can be free

We search in vain because your dwelling place
your place of rest
your home...
 is within us.

Deep in our weary beings 
lies a spirit renewed and free
calling to be released into the lives of those that have yet to believe 

In our eyes are secrets
trapped within our faithless minds. 
screaming to be heard
calling for ears to vanquish disbelief. 

Come down from your high places
come out of your dungeons
and on level ground
we all hold hands and bask in the warmth of his love. 

Focus not on the pain, as it is fleeting
dwell not on the past, for it is gone for good
look not towards yourself, for flesh will always fail
but instead tilt your head and set your eyes on him. 

To the holiest of holy's he calls us home 
to the most sacred of grounds he beckons us to step 
with outstretched arms he calls our names and begs for an embrace

Oh, how he loves us. 
If you can't see
be encouraged when I say that you're simply blind. 
Oh, how he loves us.

Deep in our weary beings
lies a Spirit renewed and free
calling to be released into the lives of those that have yet to believe. 

And as life and death are redefined
right before our eyes
we'll take one last breath in this carnal mind 
and become transformed and are finally yours

Seek ye first the kingdom 
for it is the only things that lasts
the rest will rot in your hands
and become bitter the moment you realize it's sweet. 

For his dwelling place
is the only place
that 
ever
want 
to
be...

I will desperately seek you. 
I will desperately seek you. 
I will desperately seek you, 
until my lungs have no more breath.

You are not a phase
not a right now trend,
you're my life
my love
my joy
my strength
and I will desperately seek you. 

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