Then I Was Clean

"Hey, baptize my mind
Hey, baptize my eyes
Hey, baptize my mind
For these seeds to give birth to life
First it must die"
                                              ~Jon Foreman

~Then I Was Clean~

Baptize me Oh Lord.

Baptize my mind, body, and soul.

Fire come down and burn my flesh.

Come down and dwell in me.

Baptize my being and my hopes will conform to you.

There needs to be a moment when I choose.

Where I choose to believe and put my hope in the afterlife and not this world. 

Baptize me Oh Lord, for your good, for your calling.

There needs to be a sense that boils over.

A fire that we become when you are around.

To be baptized by fire, and water.

Burn away the chaff and then wash it away.

Baptize me Oh Lord.

Baptize my mind, body, and soul.

Fire come down and burn my flesh.

Come down and dwell in me.

Become my world and let me be part of your life.

Become my world and let me be part of the other side. 

Become my world and let me be part of the bigger picture. 

Become my world and baptize me Oh Lord, my God.

Metal Fields

"Maybe I could wash clean
Yeah maybe I could wash clean ."
                                 ~Switchfoot

~Metal Fields~

Metal fields producing steel flowers.

Cold and beautiful, or hot and bright. 

Metal fields plowed by flesh.

Clawing and working by the means of a soul.

The metal grows and covers.

The fields produce fruit stronger than any before.

The workers tortured and flowers grow.

They think they have nothing left in their souls.

They have nothing left to leave.

Nothing left to give.

Nothing left to hurt.

Nothing left to love. 

They have no more than the metal man.

Neither hot or cold, but lukewarm in their hearts.

Metal fields ran by the metal man.

Cold and beautiful, or hot and bright. 

Metal fields fueled by smoldering heat.

Burning and searing by the means of the hot and cold.

Why not break free?

The metal heart stabbed by a thorn. 

Then turning back into flesh. 

This is the way.

Who will rise up?

There are metal fields across the land. 

With steel flowers grown by idle and trembling hands. 

The workers struggle while the metal man sleeps in his metal bed. 

Who will rise up?

Who will take the thorn?

Who will change the world one day at a time.

Metal fields producing steel flowers.

Cold and beautiful, or hot and bright. 

Metal fields plowed by flesh.

Clawing and working by the means of a soul.

What is left of that soul?

What is left to give?

In Death There can be Life

"All along I thought I was learning how to take

How to bend not how to break

How to live not how to cry

But really I've been learning how to die

I've been learning how to die"

                                                                     ~Jon Foreman

~In Death There Can be Life~

Worthy of all things that I do not deserve.
Blessed to be more than what I see for myself.
God is the One who is worthy of praise.
For He is the Lord that is stronger than the addictions of this world.

Break me oh God.
You are the fire that burns my strife.
Break me oh God.
You are the truth that punishes me for love. 

Worthy of all things that He says I should have.
Blessed to be more than this world has to offer.
God is the One who is worthy of glory.
For He is the Lord that is stronger than the pride of this world.

Break me oh God.
You are the fire that burns my soul.
Break me oh God.
You are the truth that disciplines my doubt.

In death there can be life.
In pain you can grow.
In life there can be death.
And in my life I want all three.
Burn me, break me, save me.
For you have more than this world has to offer.
Amen.