| Undone |

What we leave behind
isn't shed like a mask
the layers are steadily, slowly peeled back.

What we grasp in our hands
clenching hearts made of stone,
are fettered by chains 'till we let them go

There's a way that He comes
in destruction and pain
and we cannot resist Him, our only hope for change.

And we cry in the night,
from regret and reprieve
But He's there in the quiet, will he redeem?

So we know hearts are fragile,
cause I've felt my own break
And we know He's a lover, so we wait, and we wait.

I'm not after the means,
I've got battles to fight.
Let me come to His water, let me drink of the Light.

Though my heart cannot numb,
though the risk seems to great.
I will learn from disaster, I will trust in His grace.

So here's to the fight,
there's a war to be won.
we're killing the flesh, we're coming undone.

| Awake | (a song)

There's a fire in the dark
and it's ravaging through
all the lies that I held,
that I held to be true.

There's a swell in the tide
with the waves lashing violently,
crushing the things I once knew.

And the harder I try,
the more clearly I find
How I truly can't earn,
I cannot earn what saves.

And this stone in my chest
can melt with a touch
and become in Your Hands
like a softening clay.

Awake the dawn of Spring
For Winter's death is through.
Awake the dawn of Spring
For You make all things new.

Let me drown like a flood
when I can't seem to break,
'cause I know You're the storm
You're the thunder, the rain.

Could your mercy permit
me to stay under fire,
'cause I know the fight
you bring beauty from pain.

Awake the Dawn of Spring,
For winter's death is through.
Awake the dawn of Spring,
For you make all things new.
You make all things new.

| Pages |

Worn around the edges,
loosened at the bind,
stained and pages yellowed
in the dim and fading light.

It's been a painful read
one you almost want to end,
But chapters keep on coming
though he's long since held the pen.

There are no ways around it,
every page it must be read,
and if no understanding?
He'll teach you it again.

But take heed friend, you'll want to learn
through painful storyline
He is an author, yes, but more
the Giver of new Life.

You aren't allowed to read ahead
nor try and put it down.
You simply have to turn a page
and let the words be found.

But He is kind and keeps you from
the things you long to know.
He gives you time to linger
in the page he chose to show.

So listen friend, and turn your ear
when pages feel like wounds....
He grows the heart, heals the torn
and writes to make things new.

And when the final page is turned
and He's all we see ahead
the weathered word's are worth the read
He'll be our joyful end.