When It's All been Said and Done

This song is what I call one of my life songs. It talks about what is ultimately important to me in life. It reminds when at times I forget. It encourages me and reminds of the God that I serve, and it reminds me of His love for me, and for all of us. I just need to confirm the lyricist, but I will do that tomorrow.

When it's all been said and done
There is just one thing that matters
Did I do my best to live for truth?
Did i live my life for You?

When it's all been said and done
All my treasures will be nothing
Only what I've done for love's reward
Will stand the test of time

And Lord Your mercy is so great
That You look beyond our weakness
And find purest gold in miry clay
Making sinners into saints
And I will always sing Your praise
Here on earth and ever after
For You've shown me heaven's my true home
When it's all been said and done
You're my life when life is gone

When it's all been said and done
There is just one thing that matters
Did I do my best to live for truth?
Did I live my life for You?
Lord I live my life for You.

A World Gone Mad

I wrote this song as a tribute to my friend, Sam, the one "a la pic".

The sun rose again today my friend
Still can't believe what's happening
I want the world to stop
Why won't time stand still?
I need the world to stop
Need them to know how I feel

My world's gone mad friend
You're not here
My world's gone mad friend
I'm missing you


There is so much that is just new and crazy about this year. I hardly know what to with it all. But I know where my trust is. The same Hope of glory that Sam put his trust in. And as always God gives me a reason - He is my reason for getting up each day. Or else where would my hope be anyway? I love God because... because He is. I can't think of a better way to put it. The Bible talks about Him giving us the peace that transcends all understanding. And I can surely say that. That "those who trust in the LORD will be like Mount Zion: they shall not be shaken." And that is my song. That is my hope, that is my joy. Death has lost its sting. We died along time before this when we surrendered our lives to Christ and said, like Paul, "It is no longer I who live, but Christ in me." And therefore also, are we to be raised with Him in life. "To live is Christ and to die is gain."

"Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? As it is written, 'For thy sake we are killed all the day long; we are counted as sheep for he slaughter.'

Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him that loved us. For I am persuaded, that neither death nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God , which is in Christ Jesus our Lord."

Romans 8:35-39

Friendship

Well I'd say friendship is one of those crazy things. I must question myself though and ask, that am I at the root of the disintegration of some of my friendships? You know how you can be busy blaming other people and saying that it's now up to them to fight for the relationship, but if you also quit fighting, then why should they continue? Perhaps I sound a bit crazy, and maybe I am. Maybe I went a little nutty when my friend passed away. It really got me thinking, or maybe re-looking some of the present situations in my life. And I start to think, what is really important in life? Some of the things that we may often take for granted like just being there for someone, for each other. Like just being there.

The Call

To whom are left the rousing soliloquies?
That word that stirs the heart, challenges the spirit?
To whom the sword? To whom the final stand-off?

Those at the battlefront.

Our lot - our chosen lot is not to stand aside and let others fight
for our freedom, no. Our lot - our chosen lot is not to watch while others
- bolder than ourselves, with greater conviction, more reckless of their
own lives, more envisioned, more consumed with purpose - our lot is not
to watch these charge the battle lines.

It is for us to be among them.

A more frightening yet inspiring vision I know not of. Our place is to storm
the castle, lay siege to the strongholds, give our every last breath, our every
last strength, ourselves to the cause. To say, " I died today - but Christ lives
in me."

The front-line men. The ones who stood when others ran. The ones who fought
when surrender called. The broken front-liners who bore the first onslaught,
plunged into the sea of the enemy - to swarm, to crush, to tear down, to destroy,
to smite the enemies' weapons with a single blow. Not by power and not by might
but by His Spirit.

To crush the enemy. To crush the enemy!

Our lot, nay - no more. But our call, our destiny.
Mine. Yours. Ours.
For we are front-liners.
The baton is in our hands.
Nay yet again...
for it is a torch.