TEACH ME

by LION'S EYE

Lord, teach me to love
as You have
with gentle spirit and
selfless motive.
May I feel Your compassion
burning within
that compels me to answer

the silent tear.

To give of myself, knowing

others will abuse,

even as You gave all and were

spat upon.

With my heart let me learn that

the greatest expression

of love, is to give my life

for another.

Oh Lord, that I might see your will

be done,

in making me a fit vessel for a

God of Love

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SMOOTH, WORN STONES

by LION'S EYE

When He came, no trumpets blew,
in the village no one knew.
Yet a universe proclaimed
this the coming of it's King.

As He grew into a man
years had roughened working hands,
knowing then this wood they shaped
would be forced those hands to break.

Walking by the surging waves
toughened men fell in His gaze.
Then when came a challenge true,
the footprints leaving were't just two

All along His sandal's route
the very earth yearned to cry out
yet the darkness made men blind
they couldn't seem His Light to find

Even when their very eyes
witnessed buried dead men rise,
saw the cripple's leaping gait,
still their hearts were filled with hate.

Smooth, worn stones were wet with blood,
making hard his crushing load,
then they felt His very Touch,
they alone knew He was Just.

Oh the heavens cried in pain
when they saw their Maker's shame,
Pureness taking all our sin,
yet forgiving, freeing men....

Weeping, hiding, filled with doubt,
those that followed heard a shout,
"We have seen Him near His tomb", ...
then He comes within their room.

Finally into blinded hearts
Light poured in to make them part
of this Plan eternally wrought
that His blood so precious, bought.


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BECAUSE I LIVE

by LION'S EYE

Because I live
you can be free
For life I gave
on Calvary

Because I live
The chains of sin
have been removed
new life began

Because I live
The fear's replaced
New Trust, New Life
lies in it's place

Because I live
death's hold is broke
for now Man has
Eternal Hope

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SIMPLY SIMPLE

by LION's EYE

Primitive emotions 

followed to a tee,

quickly unfulfilling,

he's never really free.

Lusting those illusions,

conjured in his mind

so the Simple follows

 destruction's senseless rhyme.

The end a gone conclusion,

his hope an empty shell,

passing through life's vapor,

ever closer, hell.

Is his fate debated?

Or does the Reaper take

life without a protest,

cast into the Lake?

Or is there still a dawning

for this simple one,

new light to break upon him,

new hope to gather from?

There like crystal gleaming

from holy, radiant height,

piercing through the dimmness

with morning's perfect Bright.

Lightening the darkened corners

of his twisted mind,

Thy Word brings understanding

a Way, Thy path, to find.

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CANDLE POWER

by LION'S EYE

Blackness like a blanket lays

upon the unseen land

the mountains round with silent sound

thrust up their mighty span.

Inky wells, no secrets tell,

for what is known by day,

has now become a nothingness

no shape to 'er betray.

Through the depths a light appears

with gentle, fragile flame,

a tiny spot by "Candle Power"

from darkness is reclaimed.

Weakly shine it's golden rays

the battle seems unfair,

but little does the candle know

that all have stopped to stare.

Even through this thickest night

with everything in doubt,

just a feeble candle light

has shown a straightened route.

Lifted up to touch one near,

from warmth to kindle flame,

another Light is given birth,

more night has been reclaimed.

One by one, their secret shared

'till slowly what had seemed

a terrifying, deadly place

becomes a  garden dream.

Clearly seen, now fear is gone,

the beauty is revealed,

and what was just a single light

has spread to fill the world.

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NEVER, UNLESS...

by LION'S EYE

Living, dying, people everywhere

laughing, crying, no one really cares

seeking, striving, losing what they gain

hurting, fighting, nothing ends their pain.

But then upon their darkness,

there comes a Blessed Light,

when from the lips of others

they hear the Words of Life

that in the Savior's payment

for sin on Calvary

they'll find their hope of peace

and life eternally.

But NEVER will this message

of Freedom reach to them

unless we strive to bear it

unto the world's end.

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WEEKEND WARRIORS

 by LION'S EYE

In a big new car, they've come from afar,

clear from way across town,

to sit for an hour, perspiring and dour,

while their leader the pulpit will pound

These smooth white faces, from "superior" races,

their religion all pretty and neat,

bring their tithes and their fancied up wives

to their own "special" Sunday church seat.

Exhorted to sing, to stand and to sit,

from effort their faces all red,

so as a result, (it's not their fault),

many stay home in bed.

Saddest of all, to the alter they're called

week after pleading week,

and as millions die, these "christians" sigh,

and think of their roasting meat.

Where is the fire, the burning desire,

to reach their fellow man,

to set things right, for justice fight,

not bury their heads in the sand?

Oh Christian true, a challenge to you,

I present in the name of our Lord,

to open your eyes, become as the wise, 

and take up your God-given Sword.

For to battle we're called, not to soft pews lulled,

but to combat hand to hand,

to give of our best, not take our rest,

and to obey our Lord's command.

So open your heart, it's past time to start,

the battle's a raging din,

the end is near, the Trumpet we'll hear,

signaling THEN our rest to begin.

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THE VOICE OF GOD

The Voice of God

I heard the voice of God one day, He spoke so clear and plain,

I reveled in the sound of it, such clear and sweet refrain!

But over time, this speech so clear, began to fade and dim,

'til finally I could hear it not, and turned away from Him.

It seemed as though He'd gone from me, so I then sought my way,

and chose which roads were best to go, and suffered every day.

My world was filled with darkened nights, my past seemed just a lie,

no joy, nor love would come to me, my hope began to die.

But in a moment, in a flash, my dulled and sinful heart,

was shown a light, a call from God, that woke me with a start.

For God does not abandon us, but stays real close at hand,

so when we finally "listen up", the truth we understand. 

A still small voice is His, you see. In love, it whispers low

to His Beloved children here, wherever we would go.

The "shouts" are for His enemies, their judgments to begin,

this "distance" then, I'd ill perceived , was from my very sin!

Oh Father's love that ever speaks, Your voice comes to my ear.

My one and only prayer is this: that I'll stay close to hear!

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FOR GOD, I BELIEVE AND RECEIVE

For God, I Believe and Receive

But for the wondrous grace of God,

My wretched state you’d see,

But for the wondrous grace of God,

This man would n’er stand free.

But for this gift of love supreme

The blackness of my night would scream,

With demon’s hate and fire’s pain,

My future full of just the same.

(my future full of just the same)

But for the wondrous grace of God

My useless life would daily stand

in empty tribute to my sin,

a victim to the Law’s demand.

How can a God of Light so pure,

Look on this worm of Adam’s race,

Yet pay a price beyond belief,

To purchase freedom, offer grace?

Why should He give this gift to me?

A man enslaved to sinful life.

Why should His love flow from His Throne,

and free me from my dire plight?

I cannot think these thoughts so high

My mind too simple cannot fly

In such a lofty place above

Where dwells this Perfect God of Love.

Chorus:

But God, I believe and receive, for Your hands, they show us Your love,

And God I believe and receive, this Gift you have sent from above.

For God, I believe and receive, though my eyes cannot see to Your Land,

And God, I believe and receive, for in Your Promise is where I will stand.

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HEALING RAINS

HEALING RAINS


When no more tears are left to weep and we are dried up from the heat, from tribulations burning fires or lashes from God's Holy ire, True Children find a fount within, the Spirit Pure that He has giv'n, and in His Holy Healing Rain, they find relief from all their pain. With Living Waters clear and sweet He pours and cools the searing heat, and with their faces lifted high, it is from joy that they will cry. For if we know no tempest fires, rods of correction, funeral pyres, how can we then sing this refrain, "I have discovered healing rain"? Chorus: Healing rains, healing rains pour down upon me now, healing rains, healing rains I need to feel your power __________________________________________________
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TWISTED HEART

TWISTED HEART - (a ballad of a man's life)

      by LION'S EYE

There was a twisted little man,

who had a twisted heart,

and when he went to fix it,

knew not where to start.

He looked within his twistedness

to seek some answers there

but all he saw inside himself

was a bent and twisted stare.

Reflections of "another face",

that seemed unlike his own,

a grimace with a promise

"for him and him alone".

"If only you will follow,

your twisted little heart,

then you'll find the answers

to give your life a start!"

"Great secrets you will find there,

you'll be a huge success,

all things to know and fathom,

a "god of mightiness"!

Though "Twisted Heart" was troubled

by such a boast so grand,

he blindly followed in the steps

of all his fellow man.

He tried so hard to listen to

the voice that spoke within,

to lift himself beyond the crowd,

far from the deafening din.

In solitude and quietness then

he sought something apart,

beyond the sadness ever there,

that gripped his dying heart.

But twisted does...as twisted is,

and try as he could do,

everything that came from him

was dark and dying too!

So lying in the stillness of 

a silent, brooding night,

with fear-filled shock and dizziness,

there came a sudden Light!

No Face, no Place, no words he heard,

that fell upon his ear,

but Just a Holy Presence, 

a Supernatural Fear.

His life was summed, all added up

and zero's were it's end,

his future's bleak perspective

an emptiness...all grim. 

A flash...a scene...of Holiness

beyond all true belief

and suddenly he saw it come,

Life's Source in stark relief!

His Life, His Cross, His Death for all

included Twisted Heart!

His Love, His Grace so freely given

could give a brand new start!

How could he turn from such a Light

this Truth so clear and grand,

that came to him not from within,

nor from the mind of man?

And as he opened up his heart

and let the Truth come in,

this Twisted One began to change

and straighten from his sin.

His eyes were filled with wonder 

and the tears began to flow,

his joy so great he thought he'd burst,

his new heart beating so!

Like many other Twisted Ones

that found the Source of Light,

he fell upon his face right then,

that glorious untwisted night.

And though the battles are not few

throughout this Warrior's Life,

Great Peace now reigns where once had been

all twisted, blinded strife.

So when his end can finally come

his time for swords and marching done,

No twistedness he'll ever see,

but Peace and Light and happiness...for all eternity.

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