Tear Down

Tear down the strong walls—iron bars that we trust in
Tear down all our treasures of earth that will rust
Hedge in every way we might flee for protection
Till only in You have we put all our trust

Far be it from us to rely on another
When You were our Savior from youth until now
We rest upon You, our strong King and our Father
And only to You shall our knees ever bow

Tear down the deceptions—all pride, self-reliance
Get rid of ourselves till we fully are Yours
Your banner alone we shall raise toward these giants
Your Name is our vict’ry far past Jordan’s shores

Tear down every chain of this world that would bind us
Tear down our heart’s boundaries—our walls to the dust
For only Your Spirit and grace ever saves us
Come change us, till only in You do we trust

How Did I

How did I e’er gain the right
To call the King by name
That great Yehovah, blessed is He
For my salvation came

That for my sin He bore the cross
And hung upon that tree
In flesh of man, He bled and died
Then rose to set me free

How did I e’er gain the right
To come before his throne
To daily share with Him my cares
And never live alone

Who am I, that I should call
The King my closest friend
‘Tis only through Yeshua’s grace
And love that will not end

Give Me a Hunger

Yah, give me a hunger, though need makes me cry
A thirst for Your glory and endless supply

Though now I feel empty, I know You will fill
My soul in Your timing as planned by Your will

Allow me to hunger if thus I shall see
The depths of the beauty You’ve treasured for me

Though small tastes of heaven cause hunger on earth
I choose those small glimpses of infinite worth

Yah, give me a hunger, if that You shall choose
For passion and yearning You doubtless shall use

To burn for Your kingdom, and strengthen my soul
To work for Your gospel till all nations know

Allow me to hunger if that’s what must come
To those whose whole hearts are remade by the Son

Obsessed by the wonders You’ve done and will do
This hunger springs forth from my passion for You

Touched by the Gospel

A heart that’s been touched by the Gospel
Holds power that can’t ever hide
For could a mere person be able
To hold Yahweh’s Spirit inside?

If truly you’re touched, you will know it
It seeps from the core of your soul
And out of the depths of your spirit
His rivers of life overflow

It flows, and you cannot restrain it
You yield plans and choice to its strength
It rules you, yet you do not fear it
It gives you the viewpoint of faith

His mercy consumes you like fire
Displayed in your life—on your face
To love Him is your true desire
To serve and give others His grace

If yet you’re not touched by the Gospel
Still sinful, still burdened, still lost
Surrender alone is the channel
And all of your self is the cost

That brings to your life this rich blessing
Of being a soul truly changed
To lead you from seeking to finding
The destiny He has arranged

Kneel down, fix your eyes, and accept Him!
He’s worth all we ever could give
When truly you’re touched, and you know Him
In radiant light shall you live

Yeshua, My Savior

In remembrance of Feast of Tabernacles 2012, when I entered covenant with Yeshua

Yeshua, my Savior
Who saved me from death
Redeemed me forever
Gave life, hope, and breath

Yeshua my Master
Best King men could find
I’ll serve Him, no other
My Lord’s just and kind

Yeshua, my healer
When pains hedged my way
He stayed my soul’s keeper
Though I went astray

Yeshua, my teacher
Who led my heart home
His voice is my comfort
He called me His own

Yeshua, my treasure
My steadfast best friend
I’ll love Him forever
Each message He sends

Yeshua is all this
Yet even much more
My lover by promise
Who’s worth living for

Truth

Is truth just the present—what happens today?
Is truth found in words—in what others will say?

No, truth must endure beyond feeling or fact
It stands through the ages, and calls our hearts back

Is truth only logic—things known and perceived?
No, truth often hides, but must still be believed

Is truth really truth if it does not remain?
It must stand through testing, through breaking, through pain

Forever truth stands, past what people have known
In justice and truth God established His throne

For truth we must seek, but to seek is not all
To really know truth you must answer God’s call

Yes, truth has been constant—beyond time and space
For truth became flesh, and beheld we His grace

Yes, truth is our way, and the life of our souls
For truth is the promise of hope that we hold

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Yeshua said to him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.”
-John 14:6

Cloud and Flame

Oh, where is His cloud in this desert?
And where is His flame in this night?
I yearn for His shelter and comfort
The guidance and warmth of His light

“Where is He, since He has not left me?”
In pity I selfishly say
“Did Yahweh not say He would give me
A fire by night—cloud by day?”

I look for His cloud and His fire
But often my eyes can not see
Encumbered by fear and desire
The things He is doing in me

While looking around, could I find them?
On earth—filled with weakness and sin?
By flesh could I ever perceive them?
Through Spirit we look upon Him!

Oh, where is the cloud of His presence?
Is it not within my own soul?
And what is the light of His guidance?
Is it not His love’s gentle pull?

Oh, where is the flame of His passion?
Does it not within me abide?
My heart shall be His habitation
Where His cloud and flame shall reside

To You

To You our hearts are open
And to You our lives unfold
Made new as You have chosen
And revealed since days of old

Our boundaries fall before You
In Your love our hearts are lost
We pour our hearts before You
You are worth the highest cost

To You be all the glory
All the majesty and praise
To you be all the wisdom
‘Midst our weak and humble ways

For You have looked upon us
In our weak and lowly state
And sent for us a Savior
To redeem us in the gate

For You is praise in Zion
And dominion in those gates
For You are Judah’s lion
And for You the throne awaits

For You are blessed forever
King eternal in the skies
In You our souls find shelter
And we lift our weary eyes

For who on earth is like You?
None in heaven could compare
When in Your Name we gather
You come down and meet us there

By mercy You have called us
And have known us each by name
You wrought great wonders for us
And through grace thus far we came

So we raise the holy banner
Of Your triumph and Your praise
As this story keeps unfolding
In the most amazing ways

Thus we keep on marching further
On the path ordained of old
Till the day Your matchless splendor
With unveiled face we behold

My Contribution

Oh, what shall be my contribution
To the Temple of my King?
When I ascend His holy mountain
What right tribute could I bring?

What present would my Lord desire?
What might serve His kingdom plan?
See, He is a consuming fire
Can we meet? By grace we can!

What goodness could I ever give Him?
How shall I approach my Lord?
I never could deserve to see him
Ne’er could I His grace afford

Is Yahweh pleased with streams of oil?
With ten thousand fatted rams?
How shall I prove that I am loyal?
Humbly guarding His commands

Yes, He has shown what He deems proper
Blood-cleansed hands; a firm, pure heart
A life of trust in my good Father
Was His purpose from the start

I climb His mount with joy and singing
With a heart to volunteer
Surrender is what I am bringing
As He calls me to come near

My God Has Not Failed

This poem is written in memory of Marilou McCully and the four other widows who all found God’s special strength and peace following the martyrdom of their husbands in Ecuador in January 1956. The story of Ed McCully, Jim Elliot, Nate Saint, Roger Youderian, and Peter Fleming giving their lives for the gospel is arguably the most well-known missionary story of the twentieth century. Less known, though, is the story of the wives and children who these men left behind—who successfully learned to cling to God despite the deep grief. Just months after her husband’s death, Marilou gave this speech “Did God Fail?” which served as inspiration for this poem. This poem is for anyone who believes that God is stronger than death’s sting. May we all learn to walk in resurrection power! (Psalm 48:14, 1 Corinthians 15:55)

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My God has not failed, though the world says He has
My God has not failed, though through flames I must pass
Though grief fills my heart, I do not have despair
My Savior still loves me and hears every prayer

My God has not failed, though mere men taunt and laugh
My God has not failed on this difficult path
His Word never said I would not suffer pain
But simply that He also suffered the same

My God has not failed, though my loved one is gone
My God has not failed—He has done me no wrong
My loved one is now like a seed in the ground
Yet out of His death fruit and life shall abound

My God has not failed—He still reigns in the skies
My God has not failed, for He gives me His eyes
To see that this pain has a good end one day
To see all the blessings He leaves on my way

My God has not failed—He is still by my side
My God has not failed, neither left me nor lied
I say to these young ones, “This God is our God.
Since He is our guide, over death we have trod.”