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| The Motions - Matthew WestThis might hurt, it's not safe
But I know that I've gotta make a change
I don't care if I break,
At least I'll be feeling something
'Cause just okay is not enough
Help me fight through the nothingness of life
# ('Cause) I don't wanna go through the motions
I don't wanna go one more day
Without Your all consuming passion inside of me
I don't wanna spend my whole life askin'
What if I had given everything
Instead of going through the motions
No regrets, not this time
I'm gonna let my heart defeat my mind
Let Your love make me whole
I think I'm finally feeling something
'Cause just okay is not enough
Help me fight through the nothingness of this life Repeat # Take me all the way (take me all the way)
Take me all the way ('cause I don't wanna go through the motions)
Take me all the way (I know I'm finally feeling something real)
Take me all the way
Repeat # #
Take me all the way (take me all the way)
Take me all the way (I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go)
Take me all the way (through the motions)
Take me all the way
I don't wanna go through the motions
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| The Frigidity of Our SoulsPerhaps mankind is lost because our souls are too cold...Unwilling to bear a passion for God, the theoretical man becomes an empty being, desirous of nothing. To him, life is unpalatable and robotic. It bears no purpose except to silently witness the passage of time, from winter to winter. How frigid his soul, and what difference is that from death! But God from the very beginning crafted emotions and lust, that we at least be alive for a time, even if for a base passion at first. Man learns goodness from lusts, and in time, learns that the quickenings of the heart are transient, like a candle in the wind. Yet this is all to prepare him to seek the true goodness, and once he does, he can accept what has been there all along: the all-kindling warmth of a passion for God, offered by Jesus, through nailing our apathy to the cross. Praise the Lord! | | |
| A Flame RekindledThen their eyes were opened and they recognized him, and he disappeared from their sight. They asked each other, "Were not our hearts burning within us while he talked with us on the road and opened the Scriptures to us?" (Luke 24:31-32, NIV) I had definitely become lax. Somewhere along the line I had lost my motivation to go forward. Perhaps partly because I lost the vision of what God wants every man (me!) to be? Perhaps I had become too discouraged? I'm not sure when or how, but being constantly assaulted and worn down by Satan and sin is why. To be all that God wants me to be - to be free - to live for God - to live for someone/something worthy of my life, my heart, my all - I must stop sinning. I must stop giving in to temptation. Or to discard the negativity in the statement, which may have contributed to my stumble: I must live for God. It's the most awesome thing I can and want to do. | | |
| Casting Crowns - East to WestHere I am, Lord, and I'm drowning in your sea of forgetfulness
The chains of yesterday surround me
I yearn for peace and rest
I don't want to end up where You found me
And it echoes in my mind, keeps me awake tonight
I know You've cast my sin as far as the east is from the west
And I stand before You now as though I've never sinned
But today I feel like I'm just one mistake away from You leaving me this way
Jesus, can You show me just how far the east is from the west
'cause I can't bear to see the man I've been come rising up in me again
In the arms of Your mercy I find rest
'cause You know just how far the east is from the west
From one scarred hand to the other
I start the day, the war begins, endless reminding of my sin
Time and time again Your truth is drowned out by the storm I'm in
Today I feel like I'm just one mistake away from You leaving me this way
I know You've washed me white, turned my darkness into light
I need Your peace to get me through, to get me through this night
I can't live by what I feel, but by the truth Your word reveals
I'm not holding on to You, but You're holding on to me
You're holding on to me
Jesus, You know just how far the east is from the west
I don't have to see the man I've been come rising up in me again
In the arms of Your mercy I find rest
'cause You know just how far the east is from the west
From one scarred hand to the other
One scarred hand to the other
From one scarred hand to the other | | |
| BusyToo busy to blog, really. Getting overstressed, pray that God will see me through. | | |
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