I've got an itch I cannot scratch
It drives me to distraction
And if I do not reach the source
I'll have to take some action
It comes from my old landlord
The evil prince of hell
Who lost a willing follower
When for The Lord I fell.
The world is always calling me
It whispers words of love
Always there, just like a thorn
That's caught up in your glove
As long as I perfect my gaze
Upon The Lord of light
Then I will put up with the itch
Whenever, day or night.
Imagine a father, apart from his son
Desperately wanting to join in the fun
Of family relations with him who he raised
But finds that their closeness is all but erased
Imagine that father, with joy in his heart
His son is approaching with promise to start
A meaningful union that grows into love
But first come conditions, concealed in his glove.
If you bless me richly, give me a good life
Prevent all the upsets, all illness and strife
Then I'll give you worship and plenty of praise
Acknowledge your sponsorship all of my days
For I love the world and all it contains
I've so many hobbies and no one complains
So why should I drop them and bow down to you
Be thankful I call out when I'm in the glue.
Our Father in heaven is more than a friend
An endless supplier of all He can vend
A touch of His love can consign to the bin
All of our treasures, our gods and our sin
For He is The One who created us lot
And wanted communion, not just a slot
Seek Him, desire Him, thirst for His touch
And nothing that's normal will matter so much.
I've been a Christian many years
And always said my prayers
I know that I've asked Jesus in
And given Him my cares
I'm going by the things I love
Traditional and old
But now I hear that it's not right
How dare they be so bold.
I'm happy as I am, you see
I'm good and go to church
It hurts to see irreverence
Quite painful from my perch
My past is gone and I'm content
To strive to earn my call
But why is everybody else
Having such a ball.
That vicar keeps on telling me
That I must be refreshed
Coming daily to The Lord
It's making me depressed
But there is something missing
I wonder what it is
Oh never mind, no need to fret
Ignorance is bliss.
I don't deserve to be the one
Who Jesus died to save
I don't deserve to be the one
Who Christ took to the grave
Then He rose to give me life
A wretched soul like me
Why did He go through all that pain
Just to set me free.
It is surely up to me
To grasp His offered love
Even though I'm hesitant
To lose my worldly glove
If I have a choice to make
I would pick the One
Who's loved me since the world began
Jesus, God's own Son.
You're finding life is humdrum
You're finding church a bore
The thrill you got from serving Him
Is sadly there no more
You're going through the motions
The words you do not mean
You might as well just disappear
As though you'd never been.
Maybe you are holding back
From giving all you've got
To He who knows you inside out
Who's loved you from year dot
You're sitting on a flaky fence
The splinters cause you pain
When are you going to clamber back
Upon His road again.
You start out on a journey
Not knowing where it goes
You hope that it will turn out well
Whatever life will throw
But still your walk is empty
No matter what you gain
An aching hole is in your heart
A constant nagging pain.
The world is not the answer
It's riddled with disease
And we are part of Adams fall
A master hard to please
The only way is Jesus
He is the missing part
Ask Him now to come on in
To be your beating heart.
Hello Lord, I've come to chat
About the coming day
Knowing You have plans for me
Means You must have Your way
So I offer up myself
My thoughts, my words, my deeds
Everything I give to You
The blossoms and the weeds.
I'm a long way from the line
And as I run the race
I realise that I'm not good
At seeking out Your face
Other things get in the way
Obliterate my view
I am missing oh so much
In fact I'm missing You.
What is all spiky
With shuffling feet
Wanders your garden
For something to eat
Comes out at night
With their needs to complete
What can it possibly be.
A hedgehog is okay
Till it gets a fright
Curls in a ball
To protect it's new plight
A kind of a mask
That it wears out of fear
Rather like you and me.
We get all spiky
When people get close
Preferring an alias
To keep on our toes
Lets hope The Spirit
Will help us be real
Facing the world as we are.
He didn't say the rich would get
The first place in the queue
He didn't say your entry fee
Was based on what you do
It's better to be who you are
And come just as yourself
So cease from piling all your works
Upon your sagging shelf.
The poor, bereaved and meek of heart
Will be His chosen ones
For they have loved Him for Himself
He's proud to call them sons
Remember, it's not what you do
But what The Lord has done
That is the key to everything
Your freedom has been won.
He didn't die
So we would be content to be in chains
He didn't die
So we would be content to be in pain
His death was meant to signify
The start of something new
A chance to turn and face the world
And change our point of view.
Be assured that everything
He did, was not a waste
And all that we experience
Will only be a taste
The treasures that He has for us
The blessings and the like
Are ready for collection
On the never ending hike.
Imagine yourself as a hard drive
No longer unfettered and pure
Despite our security package
We're riddled with malware for sure
By surfing the sites that are dodgy
We've picked up a cookie or two
That orchestrates fear and confusion
And keeps us averted from You.
We obviously need to reformat
To get a new system in place
The latest edition of Windows
That's full of His unending grace
His firewall will keep out invaders
All viruses, spyware and spam
Keep your eyes fully on Jesus
Be safe as you surf with I AM.
You have a pain that's deep within
It's crippling you inside
You will not hand it up to Me
From Me you're trying to hide
I am the great physician
I have the means to heal
But only if you hand it up
To change the way you feel.
The devil has his finger poised
He wants to hold you back
From all the gifts I have for you
He wants you deep in lack
I'll remove that festering sore
I'll sort your problem out
But only if you come to Me
There is no room for doubt.
He sits in the hallway, a vigil to keep
Waits for a call, but there's never a peep
Nothing is moving, not even a mouse
Why was He invited, into this house
Windows dirty, doors tight shut
Decaying air a knife could cut
When is their journey going to begin
Or is the devil going to win.
Only they can choose to fight
Defeating darkness by the light
Open the doors and let Him in
Allow His victory over sin
Holy Spirit, strong and mild
Fill with light Your awkward child
Permission granted, there's no fuss
Come and have Your way with us.
