Open Up the Doors
Open up the doors, open up your eyes
Let the Spirit blow right through you
Open up your mind, let your soul be free
Let His Spirit come transform you now.
His love is so
amazing, I can hardly believe it’s true
There’s something
so unchanging ‘bout what He’ll do for you
I know you’re feeling
lonely, need a breath of fresher air
He’ll give you
grace if only you say a prayer.
Surrender to the
ever-living One
Whose shines with
rays so brighter than the sun.
The Journey Continues
What am I doing
here
In the middle
of nowhere
When can I learn
the exile’s over, when can I go home
I send a dove
from the mountaintop
She’s soaring,
but my spirit’s not
When can I learn
to fly unto the sun?
This path I tread is growing long
But I rely on Christ who makes me strong
I’ll dance and sing ‘till the day I’m new
For this path, I pray, leads me to You.
By the mountain
streams I trod,
Drinking from
the life of God
My food the will
of Him whom I pursue
The path leads
deep into the wilderness
I trust that Christ
is Lord of this
For though I’m
alone, I’m not deserted anymore.
Libations
“But
even if I am being poured out like a libation over the sacrificial service
of your faith, I am glad of it and rejoice with all of you.” ~ Philippians
2:17
An olive growing
on the tree
Is picked and
trampled down by Thee
The oil of gladness
flows to the earth
The olive crushed
brings forth new birth
Unless a grain falls down and dies, it remains but a single grain.
I am being poured out like a libation
Emptied from the inside, that I may be filled again
With Your Holy Spirit, fill my soul to overflowing
With Your Holy love…I am Your libation.
You tread the winepress
of my soul
I pray Your wine
will make me whole
Libations poured
for thirsty men
Use me to make
them whole again.
I will become a
living sacrifice if
You will become
my one and only prize that
The world may
be transformed by living in Your light.
Stillness (Psalm 131)
As a child has rest in its mother’s arms, even so my soul
Trust in the Lord, O Israel, forever more.
O Lord, my heart
is not proud
Nor haughty my
eyes
I have not gone
after mysteries
Nor marvels that
are beyond me.
Truly I have set
my soul
In silence, and
peace.
As a child has
rest in its mother’s arms
Even so my soul.
Like the deer that longs for running streams, my soul yearns for You
My heart aflame with love for You, the living God.
Broken Unto You
I’m broken, but I seek Your face
Wounded, Your healing grace
Empty, Your saving cup
Fallen, You pick me up, pick me up.
I’m trusting in
a grace I cannot feel
Not knowing if
Your love is even real
I come with wounds
that only You can heal.
Before Your table
Lord I humbly kneel
And beg for crumbs
from Your most sacred Meal
I wait the day
Your glory is revealed.
I search the sacred
writings for something that’s igniting
To light my soul
on fire with the taste of sacred love
And I will keep
on hoping, until the door is open,
And I will keep
on praising ‘till I’m made new.
I'm Ready
Lord, I’m willing and this time I’m ready
My legs are trembling but Your grace is steady
You give power to the frightened and Your strength to the weak
You give grace and peace to all who seek
They who wait on the Lord shall rise up strength
On the wings of the eagle they shall run at length
They will walk through the mountains and will not grow faint
And the Lord shall be my ever-living strength.
Lord, You’ve put
me in a battle I’m not strong enough to fight
And I’ve seen
might makes right in this life without light
But though an
army camp against me, no evil should I fear
For Your rod and
Your staff and Your grace is ever near
But still with
hope beyond all telling I can’t help but be afraid
For You of all
should know that it’s of dust that I have been made
And though I want
to give control of my soul to the One I seek,
You know the spirit
is willing but the flesh is weak.
The Lord is a warrior,
Lord is His Name!
He is strengthening
my heart and I will never be the same
And my foes never
know that it’s the Lord Who’s got my back
And they will
stumble and fall when they make their attack
So if this is
my creed, then why have I trembled
When I see the
world in armor, for battle assembled
Should be no fear,
nowhere near, persevere to what’s true
When I fall on
my knees and cry, “Lord, I trust in You!”
So with courage
at hand and the Lord at my side
I will fight the
good fight until the day that I die
With holiness
as my breastplate and faith as my shield
And the Sword
of the Spirit as the weapon that I wield.
And though I fear
of how weak and how fallen I can be,
I gotta respect
and reflect Your power made perfect in me.
For You are God
and I am not, how can I question Your ways
And You have promised
to be with us till the end of our days.
We're Christians (Or That's What We Claim)
I don’t know how
to tell you, so I’d better start
We’ve got to change
our life
We say we’re Christian
but we’ve got divided hearts
But God can end
this strife.
Christ has no
words but ours, no lives to spread His truth.
I can see clearly now that they’re looking at us
Trying to find someone to blame
So we must live the life, it’s so obvious
‘Cause we’re Christians, or that’s what we claim
And we live for the love of His Name.
If we don’t change
our lives to be a sign of contradiction,
They’re gonna
lose their faith.
We can lead them
to seek things of evil, or we could be
An avenue of grace.
Christ has no
words but ours, no lives to spread His truth.
And I wonder if
our hearts are truly pure
And I wonder if
God’s wanting something more.
Song of Joy
I'll sing of the love, perfect love that is true
The love that I've known from my youth
I sing in thanksgiving for all that You do
I sing of the joy that is You.
Your love is unending
Your Blood is
proof
That I am forgiven
All praise to
You.
Your mercy, unfailing
From age to age
All nations sing
together
Love that knows
no end
Generations shall
sing Your praise
As time will cease
and pass away
Your love is present
day by day, my God.
I
Look At You
Everyday I look
at you, and realize what I’ve missed
All those things
you do, I shouldn’t have dismissed
But what else
can I say, I’ve chosen the better part
And I look at you again, to see what I’m losing
That’s when I really know, I know what I’m doing
I’d gladly give it all up to see you contented
For both our greater goods is what I’ve intended
Every time I look at you.
To see you ‘round
me always breaks my heart
This hole inside
with what shall I fill it?
I thought I’d
never bear for us to be apart
But this love
I have for you is starting to bear fruit.
I see there’s something
there, supernatural
And through my
pain, I shall care, I shall care for you
For though you
won’t be mine
I shall always
love you
Every time I look
at you.
I Cannot Offer You
I cannot offer
You an unsullied robe
For I have killed
my soul time and time again
I cannot offer
You a sacrifice of gold
Prized so highly
by the sons of men.
But with a contrite heart and a humble spirit
Let my poor soul be received
As a fragrant gift like incense in Your house
In Your mercy I believe.
I cannot offer
You penitential flesh
For I am weak
and frail of body and soul
I cannot offer
You sorrow-laden tears
For I am obstinate
and feeling so cold.
I believe in the
promise of love, that covers my sins
I believe in the
mercy of love, and newness within.
Holding On
Falling leaves,
wandering dreams
Love can seem
so far away now
Wanting to know,
if I let go
Who’s holding
on, who’s got my back now?
I’m holding on to You, ‘cause You’re all I’ve got left
In sorrow I leave, while everyone slept
But the truth is You’ve called, and tomorrow I’ll die
For You to rise to life.
Flowers bloom in
the crystal moon
But I know soon
it all fades away
Lives will end,
but still, my Friend,
I’m holding on
– I won’t let You go.
This is the final
song I’ll sing,
For You, my God,
are everything
I long to see
You in my grasp
For now I have
the peace at last
For bound to You
my soul is free
I’ll praise Your
Name eternally
And I’ll continue
holding on
And I’ll sing
the notes of this last song.
Special thanks to St. Camillus, St. John Vianney, St. Maximillian Kolbe, Bl. Theresa of Calcutta, St. Padre Pio, Ven. Teresita Quevedo, St. Thomas Becket for lending your quotes to this CD.