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A difference of opinion - we agree to disagree
But you have stopped talking with me - now your talking at me
Pre-trib, post-trib, five point, no point, heal me, slay me, free will, no will
As our common ground leans to the moribund
delighted - devastated - dilapidated
impressive - insightful - insane
enchanted - enraptured - embalmed
The narrow path you're on will soon become a balance beam
And to always win the war of words is where you get your self-esteem
The message of His Word says come to me as a child
But when I mention it to you, you say His Word I've defiled
"Enough about you talking about me - why don't I talk about me for awhile"
"Yes, but the point is..."
"See here - the polemical literature states clearly that sufficiency of attrition is not enough for even the penitent confessor to overcome the antidisestablishmentarianism of one's dispensationalistic concept of theistic determinism"
"No you..."
"The loftiness of my vicissitudes precludes the fact that we simply cannot see eye to eye"
"Are you sure you're not double minded?"
He came to set the prisoner free
A message of simplicity
1 Timothy 1:3-7
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Words verbose, gory to what end do they serve?
Or images vivid scarlet horrors absurd
Of shrieking sounds that evoke the legions of hell
The notes that you choose and the beats that you sell
You're not giving all the glory to Him
Because your artwork depicts a severed limb
And all the people buy into your deceit
Because you're keeping way too frantic a beat
They said to Bach three hundred years ago
"You work in the church there's something you should know
We hired you to write music that glorifies
But theses toccatas and fugues just simply horrify"
He said, "they're simply notes put together in bars
And why you think that's wrong I just throw up my arms"
Eviscerate words that evoke emetic thoughts
Dissect and discard what speaks of corpses in rot
The leprous stumps of the sick and the lame
The stoning of Stephen, Job's scab covered frame
And John the Baptist - a head on a platter
Remove this gorefest - why should it matter?
You say this pace beckons evil spirits
But I care not what you call it
To me it's two hundred beats per minute
On tablature I scrawled it
If you arrived at the site
Of Calvary's scarlet fright
Would fears have made your feet take flight
And turn away from our Lord's plight
John 7:24
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After final separation of the twelve tribes
The kingdom of Israel succumbed to idolatry
God’s anger raged at King Ahab and his nation
For idolatry and persecution of his priests
They were put to death in astonishing numbers
Now God’s plan - a punishment for their sins
He sent Elijah
TELL HIM, to tell King Ahab
THREE YEARS, for three years and a half
NO RAIN, no rain shall fall in Israel
As soon as Elijah had foretold this great evil
God bade him hide himself from the rage of Ahab
In a certain place near the brook called Cherith
Where He had commanded the ravens to feed him
So he dwelt and drank of the water from the brook
While the ravens brought him food morning and evening
Do unto the least of these
GOD’S PLAN, God’s instruments of his plan
RAVENS, the blackest bird of them all
FED HIM, the ravens heard God’s call
Lead: Guerra
God provides when hope is gone today
God provides when you must hide away
God provides when hope is gone today
The members of Jeroboam's family who die in the city will be eaten by dogs, and those who die in the field will be eaten by vultures. I, the Lord, have spoken.
(Vocal by Pastor Bob Beeman)
1st Kings 12:16 to 1st Kings 17
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The Tomb of Gilgamesh
07:35
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I ask that You return me
The years I did ignore Thee
And with my burden bury
The weight of guilt I carry
And lead me to the well of life
Before my soul departs
Now I so clearly see how I have murdered me
and I cannot fake what I tried to make of myself; a God
Please heal me
The halls of countless erudite teeming with the self deified
Cloaked in snuffy habiliments
No need to strive for holiness
When beauty dies she leaves behind
The scars of dreams abandoned long ago
Where myriad wonders once repelled the onslaught of decay
Now given to the manifold miseries of mortal dismay
And out of joy is sorrow born the stained white halls are now forlorn
Wisdom calls from these halls
Now I so clearly see how I have murdered me and I cannot fake
Please heal me
So very wise in their own eyes
The world's great minds will one day find
That for life they studied, worked, and pined,
But in wisdom made by man alone,
That a high IQ with low regard
Will be dethroned and from heaven barred
Wisdom calls from these halls
I ask that You return me
The years I did ignore Thee
And with my burden bury
The weight of guilt I carry
And lead me to the well of life
Before my soul departs
I Corinthians 1:27
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The Skeezix Dilemma
10:00
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Silly childhood game - Uncle Wiggly
I cower in abject horror
Approaching space number 109
Home of the gaunt and haggard shell of the Skeezix
The emaciated figure
Harboring the greed of a thousand
Invading, thriving, ascaris whittles away
The self confidence of young minds
Casting doubt that they will
Ever reach the finish to see for themselves
The sagacious Uncle Wiggly
His mission now is complete
The arboreal king of misery and woe
Skeezix reposes high on a knotty forest crag
And the child still tries his best to
Stay into the game
But with insufficent, no volition
Plotted course of demolition
Goes through all the motions
Musing caveat emptor and
A predetermined failure
He draws a card and all his fears come true
Advance to 109
That's what you have to do
When Mr. Skeezix becomes Mr. Jones
Or you, or me
Just think of what that does to wreck
A child of two or three
They know and feel much more than
We will give them credit for
And all they want in life from you
Is love and nothing more
When painful eyes begin to cringe
When you walk through the door
Remember children are a gift of love
Sent from the Lord
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I. The Suffering
Skeezix bloated in petulance from the night's debauch
Wields his mutated feline frame down from his arboreal watch
Space 109 is always occupied by the countless faces who tried and tried
Bruises from an unseen source as a chronic abuser runs his course
There is no remorse
Sinewy limbs reach through the bars to collect the carcasses of souls
Given over to the deeds of infamy, Skeezix took his toll
The ungainly truncated form of the docile Pipsisewah
Subtle in demeanor yet with powers that beggar description
They call him by different names
Some call him Gilgamesh, the man who has never tasted death
The size of the room is half as large cause your fears became your vice
II. The Battle
Tormentor underestimating the power of the Pipsisewah
Confrontation on the grandest scale the outcome already known
The child whose humble prayer set the battle of ages
Torment no more
III. The Victory
We call him Jehovah who's always near
And you can win the battle when you pray without fear
The weak are victorious when the strong reaches down
And the ones who bring sadness will bow to the Crown
Matthew 19:14
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Through famine, flood and choking mud the ancient river flows
Bringing life and death, transporting friend and foe
To build their cities by its banks the hopeful people chose
Fortify the walls - the fortress grows
Secure within the confines of the stone
But what awaited them they couldn't have known
Healing waters of the Tigris
Ever flowing and all knowing
Healing waters of the Tigris
Washing over me
612 BC the Tigris floods and builds in turbulence
Pagan land of Nineveh - self-righteous over confidence
The rising torrent crushes stone and courses on its way
God's judgment on that fateful day - a terrible price to pay
The greatest city of all - Nineveh - with towering city walls
The awesome power of the swollen river Tigris - caused that massive city to fall
Healing waters of the Tigris
Ever flowing and all knowing
Living water of Jehovah
Balm of Gilead
Genesis 2:14, Revelation 7:17
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Instrumental
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The Hand Trembler
08:35
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Is the God that I worship like an eight ball that says yes, maybe, or no?
Or like Ouija board that points the direction to go?
A family looks on forlorn and sad
The outcome will determine thankful or mad
Temperature soars to 107°
Passing hands not yet ready for heaven
He sees himself floating somewhere overhead
A haunting apparition high above his bed
"It's me - I think
But I seem to resemble the soul of a ghoul"
The hand trembler walks out
Not a word did he say
Is his power for real
Though he failed today?
The family has scorned him
Hand trembler denied
The life of their son
Snuffed out as they cried
"You left us in agony
Your power is fake
Though we trusted in you
This answer we'll not take"
Do you have the faith to let God be God - that is the question
Not a question of outcome but a question of trust
For He is truly God and we are but dust...
There are things in this life we can never explain
On the wicked and righteous come sunshine and rain
I am not God though at times I have tried
"You don't need Him" - the deceiver has lied
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A family sits heartbroken in a courtroom
Hoping for justice and closure
Their daughter’s killer sits just a few feet away
Smirking and silent - a laugh now and then
There’ll be no apology that he will wish to say
Unrepentant - there’ll be no remorse today
Where is justice in this world?
Does pure evil enter into paradise?
Should unrepentant wickedness deserve something so nice?
Let justice reign, relieve their pain, let justice reign
Appointed unto man to die
And after that the judgment comes
The unrepentant wicked will be cast into damnation
Appointed unto man to die
And after that the judgment comes
Even though His hope is that we all will find salvation
Hebrews 9:27
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