You have called me; You have called US, “The Light of The World.”

I crowned You with thorns;
And God has crowned You Glory and Honor.
I pounded the nails in Your flesh with my selfishness;
And God has brought You from the dead.
You rose with power to give me life, to give US, oh God please, everyone life.

Every person, every child, we need You;
We ache for You and Your Love;
We ache to hear OUR name called, will You call?
Have mercy on us, You created us; You created us for love.

What can we say?
What can we do?!
We are hopeless without You!
Unless You pour out Your love and melt our hearts, we are dead.

Help US, You are God, we are but humble humanity.
We place it all in Your hands, show us Your love.

You have said, “All things are new;”
You have said, “I will pour out My Spirit on ALL flesh;”
You have said many things, where are you?!?

You have called me “Brother” through Your blood, the blood I shed; You have called us “Friends.”

Take my body;
Take our hearts;
Live and bring life through us.

Despite all our cares and concerns,
You are Christ The Living.
And we are seated in You in love.

Thank You for calling OUR name.

by Richard Cassidy

all my life, I too, just like you, have been a seeker;
searching for what I knew to be true;
searching for a better way of life—peace;
searching for the reason of my existence.

I’ve gone down many roads and alleys, using and burning bridges;
I have tried it all, just like you;
searching, hungering for this emptiness to be filled or taken away.

the bottle worked for a season—I thought;
pills temporarily provided a refuse;
sex, oh the sex, blinded me for way too long.

many, too many to count, many times I’ve been saved from THAT brink.

there was a time, standing on a bridge—jumping;
there was a time, fifth in hand—still sober;
a blunt falling down on its job;
there were the times when that line refused to work.

through all these things we never stop searching;
the hunger has never gone away, we still demand the truth;

in each of these cases we can be rescued, were rescued.

it wasn’t until God opened my eyes and whispered I was loved;
it wasn’t until the Creator of All, started healing these old wounds, the wounds from those touches from the past;
it wasn’t until someone showed me love by speaking the truth through their actions.

I am not perfect, and God is not finished.
there are days when it hurts Him to be my Dad;
there are days Jesus cries as he rescues his little brother, again;
there are days, that the only thing we desire is to be held and know we are loved.

this is not an alter call, nor is it a ticket to get out of hell free.
I am only one hurt soul, trying to help my family, you, get home.

I’ve gone down many roads and alleys, using and burning bridges;
I have tried it all, just like you;
searching, hungering for this emptiness to be filled or taken away.

so many things worked for a season—I thought;
so many things temporarily provided a refuse;
oh, too many things, blinded me for way too long.

many, too many to count, many times I’ve been saved from THAT brink.

there was a time, standing on a bridge—jumping;
there were times; oh, there were times.

through all these things we never stop searching;
the hunger has never gone away, we still demand the truth;

in each of these cases we can be rescued, were rescued.

it wasn’t until God opened my eyes and whispered I was loved;
it wasn’t until the Creator of All, started healing these old wounds;
it wasn’t until someone showed me love by speaking the truth through their actions.

I am not perfect, and God is not finished.
there are days when it hurts Him to be my Dad;
there are days Jesus cries as he rescues his little brother, again;
there are days, that the only thing we desire is to be held and know we are loved.

this is not an alter call, nor is it a ticket to get out of hell free.
I am only one hurt soul, trying to help my family, you, get home.

When my body had broken down;
When the lies I spoke I started to believe;
When I had no hope, You whispered soul words, words of Love.

You are God,
Scripture tells of your love;
Scripture tells of your healing;
Scripture tells of your beating, and bludgeoning, at my expense, by me, ME!

Can’t there still be healing?
Can’t demons still be cast out?

I have doubted and betrayed you;
And you have forgiven and healed me.
I have slandered and mocked you;
And you have poured out countless blessings.

Dad, Jesus, I can’t do this alone;
I don’t even have any faith; I have no faith at all.
All the faith I have is Yours; Your faith poured out and into me on Calvary;
Your faith, the faith of a once only Son, has made me whole as you rose from death to life.

I love you; everything I have is Yours, and everything You have is mine;
Yet this one thing,
This single, lone thing;
In front of You, and all creation, I declare,
“I refuse to come home alone; and I don’t care what it takes”
You said that we, that I, would do even greater things that you, and I can’t even share my faith.

Dad, if I can’t bring all my broken and beaten brothers and sisters home with me, I’m not coming home, no matter how long you chase me.

Bring me home, bring me home.

A maestro directing an empty orchestra;
A battlefield of tears tears my heart in two.

There is nothing left that hasn’t been traded and given over;
There are no more chessmen to play.

Ancient words tell of a murderous king who corrected his ways;
Ancient words tell of a hooker who saw the light;
Ancient words I seek, yet refuse to acknowledge You, My Creator, The Lover of My Soul.

We are charged with dominion and power;
A difference, a life altering difference, is what we all seek to experience and produce.
We refuse to fail as humanity and leave this beautiful planet in worse shape than when presented to us.

And what are my goals?
What are my aspirations?

All I want;
All I really want is to hear Your voice and see Your face;
All I want is to see You move;
I cannot do this alone;
Can’t we do this Together?

Every day;
Every day;
Each and every day I want fly with You.

Chase me;
Pick me up;
Never let me go.