Here at your feet Consider me yours Lord Laying past, present and future Laying my life down to live yours
Here at your feet Alone with nowhere else to go In company of the Saint For here i will worship Waiting to be strengthened Give me your patience Your peace to be complete Far above every defeat
Here at your feet Where I’m all yours And you are mine Where my thoughts are of you And my faith is made complete Forever yours Far out on the horizon above the bay Above principalities and power Free from the world Clothed in your glory Where I dwell and all is well Even with my soul.
I love my freedom, it is my human right Nobody can take it from me – they mutter This attitude to life resonates “It does not matter” Bringing in its wake much piercings and hurt
The human will though a beauty to behold, Allows us to be who we want to be unperturbed And to do what we want to do- undisturbed Left unchecked, wounds multitudes untold
Truly, the world is filled with so many evils Emanating from some freedom gone wild Evils perpetrated by men of consciences-seared Leaves behind so much sorrow and ills
Over 2000 years ago, someone thought of himself less King of kings and Lord of all came visiting, cloaked in humility Left his domain, came to our wicked world proclaiming liberty Freedom from sin, replaced with dominion previously lost
When I placed my faith in Jesus, he gave me power over sin His will now reigns supreme above my freedom- so cherished Now I can say yes to my father’s revealed will – as my savior did Making my world safer, brighter than it had earlier been
Even if the sunken sun Tucks in the radiance Of your Glory I will worship
And if the birds Sheds of their feathers And start writing letters To petition the coverage Of your Love….I will worship
Though the mountains May mount up their shoulders Like platoons of soldiers To fight the greatness Of your might I will still worship
Let the waters Overflow it borders And join forces with its brothers To alter the Altar Of their father I will worship
In the tininess of my voice In the thinness of my cords With the deafness of my breath From the creeks To the street From battle to castle
I will always Lift up my eyes Bring down my knees to your heels Stretch out my hands like the sand And bow in awe for you My all belongs to you
And I will not be silent Rather be violent Serving in your presence Because my life without Your essence Is a sentence without sense NONSENSE !
Let men cook up theories of Evolution I will stir up an army of Revolution That will invade Nations With a resolution That you are the God of all creations
I will not stop to give my Worship To your Lordship Because if I was not caught In your courtship I will have been a lost sheep Buried in the belly of hardship
Beyond the measure Of magnitude, Amplitude, latitude and Altitude I will worship
Leaving behind all I’ve labored for under the sun This body of mine has been subjected to much pain and torture Would it be ready to leave this earth during the rapture? Or just someday in the future?
Would I be on His right side or the other side? Would it be a day of joy or tragedy? That day, I would have to give an account of all my activities All that would matter would be judgement Cause all of my possessions would matter no longer
Then the mortal me will become immortal And the imperfect me would have a chance to become perfect But if I be judged by what I deserve Then there wouldn’t be need for judgement cause my heart’s already filled with guilt
But by virtue of His grace I’ll strive for the good confession while on earth Cause by it my sins are cleared without a trace Boldly I can now come to His throne of grace And I will keep sharing my salvation story That though I had fallen short of His glory Christ in me will forever be my hope of glory.
And grace found me at the foot of the steps where I stumbled He led me into a reverie of affections And taught me how to make love with my emotions
And Grace found me picking doubt from my rag toothed skeleton He asked me how I’d survived without the love of Christ In the oxygen depleted pond of atheism
And Grace found me remunerating inside the tunnel of avarice For the love of money is the stem that upholds deception Broken dry Reed called Egypt that can’t be any souls trust
And Grace found me lingering about the field of blood Waiting to retrieve the thirty pieces of silver Instead of shouting maranatha with the 120 in the upper room
And Grace found me in the valley of mundane things Brazilian hair, iPhone 6x, faultless make up, designer dresses And all those cravings that sounds strange to Holy Mary
And Grace found me yet he wasn’t judgmental He asked me why I was still babbling in unknown tongues Instead of fellowshipping with the Holy Spirit
And Grace found me with the gift of a clean shave Got rid of my eagle-feathered hair and bird claw nails It’s been seven millennia wandering in the field of unbelief I’d never imagined going through such quick transformation Like Joseph’s speedy status change Until I was discovered by Grace
As I looked up at the assailant Tears freely flowing like water With each thrust, he took a bit of my soul. Something broke, shattered in me Then he said, “Mum’s the word”
Looked at them, the ones who loved me, I want to tell them everything I felt But imagining the disappointment and shame I would bring, I told myself, “Mum’s the word”
I looked down, this time I’m on top My eyes dim, my soul dark I did to another what was done to me And I said, “Mum’s the word”
I looked down at the weapon That would keep me forever mum I sighed and wished Wished I hadn’t kept mum…
It’s a new dawn so let’s catch fun Let’s join the birds to sing and the cocks to crow Let’s make melody in our hearts Let the echoes of the drum linger
Push wide the gates of the city let our friends come in Let’s have party after party until everyone falls in Let the bright colours of the Disco hall tickle our fancy My dear, drink to stupor
Lie on the floor and kiss the maidens Now the day is far spent The guests are long gone and the music fades away The master is back home
What have you done with your talent The long dreaded moment Is inevitable and will surely come Spend your time on things of value