To love is to suffer To love is to suffer To love is to suffer Welcome to My world To love is to suffer To love is to suffer To love is to suffer Welcome to My world To love is to suffer To love is to suffer To love is to suffer ...

The cool of the day Creation Elation awakening To celebrate the Maker’s way From out of the dust and clay Creator Fashions me Breathes life in me Enlightens me Inviting me In the cool of the day Unadorned and unashamed Cool In the garden So welcoming He walks with me My dearest friend talks to me Who loves me In naked transparency Adam, Adam, where are you? Cast into deepest sleep Awakened He brings to me my Chavah dear My blessed Eve Explore among the trees For beauty and bliss To give one pause New fruit to eat To satisfy To let one see To make one wise In the cool of the day Unadorned and unashamed In the cool of the day Unhidden and unchained Cool Adam, Adam, where are you? Abba ...

Is she worth the trouble, son? You’ve been wrong before About true love Consider what I say The stakes are high And someone has to pay She’s worth much more to Me Would you lay down your life To see her free? Set her free She’s a diamond in the rough Yet she has captivated you Are you sure that she’s the one Will you risk it all to win her love? It costs you everything But don’t hold back The truth will set you free Love her, set her free The perfect love of God Casts out all fear And fear has tormented You for years His perfect plan surpasses Anything you can imagine If it’s the real thing He’ll make it clear The Prince is in the dungeon The hosts of hell surround Him The pain of death has bound Him All is lost Then love comes to the rescue Though barricades continue The Prince is breaking through For His true love For His true love For His true love It’s not a dating game Of cheap romancing No time for playing head games In holy passion What God has brought together Let no one put asunder 'Cause Christ laid down His life To present a Bride and see her free Set her free Love her, set her free She’s worth the wait So wait on the Lord patiently ...

Gallimaufry, Gallimaufry He was a friend of mine Gallimaufry, Gallimaufry So needing to be enshrined Come unto me, he said Liable to end up dead Gallimaufry, Gallimaufry Running through space and time Gallimaufry, Gallimaufry Searching to find my own mind All manner of devilry Whatever means necessary Gallimaufry Gallimaufry, Gallimaufry Played me like a broken fiddle Crazy-making Gallimaufry A spectacle held up to ridicule Come unto me, he said Better with me, just dead Gallimaufry Gallimaufry, Gallimaufry So disingenuous [Narcissistic] Gallimaufry Impervious to psychoanalysis All such a tangled mess A regular dog’s breakfast Gallimaufry Gallimaufry Gallimaufry Gallimaufry, Gallimaufry Gordonian knot has been severed Gallimaufry, Gallimaufry Felonious theatre of the absurd Never again, I say Shall I be under your sway Gallimaufry, Gallimaufry Farewell, O king of fools Gallimaufry, Gallimaufry The Lord rebuke you Never again, I say Shall I be under your sway Never again will you have your way Never again will you have your way And in the Name I pray The Name above all names Gallimaufry Gallimaufry Gallimaufry Gallimaufry Gallimaufry Gallimaufry, Gallimaufry He was a friend of mine.

I asked the Lord that I might grow In faith, and love, and every grace Might more of His salvation know And seek more earnestly His face ‘Twas He who taught me thus to pray And He, I trust, has answered prayer But it has been in such a way As almost drove me to despair I hoped that in some favoured hour At once He’d answer my request And by His love’s constraining power Subdue my sins and give me rest Instead of this, He made me feel The hidden evils of my heart And let the angry powers of hell Assault my soul in every part Yea, more with His own hand He seemed Intent to aggravate my woe Crossed all the fair designs I schemed Blasted my gourds, and laid me low “Lord, why is this?” I trembling cried “Wilt Thou pursue Thy worm to death?” “’Tis in this way,” the Lord replied “I answer prayer for grace and faith “These inward trials I employ From self and pride to set thee free And break thy schemes of earthly joy That thou mayest seek thy all in Me.” I asked the Lord that I might grow In faith, and love, and every grace Might more of His salvation know And seek more earnestly His face ...

Call unto Me and I will answer Call unto Me and I will answer Call unto Me and I will answer thee And show thee great and mighty things Which thou knowest not Which thou knowest not Before I formed you in the womb I knew you Before you were born I set you apart And appointed you a prophet to the nations And I said, alas, Lord God! Everywhere I send you, you shall go And all that I command you shall speak Do not be afraid of them for I am with you To deliver you declares the Lord Call unto Me and I will answer thee And show thee great and mighty things Which thou knowest not Which thou knowest not Your words were found and I ate them They were my joy, my heart’s delight For I have been called by Your name O LORD God of Hosts Call unto Me and I will answer thee And show thee great and mighty things Which thou knowest not Which thou knowest not I did not sit in the circle of merrymakers Because of Your hand upon me I sat alone For You have filled me with Your indignation A man of strife and contention I am become Why is my pain perpetual And my wound incurable? Refusing to be healed O Lord Will You be to me as a deceptive stream? As waters unfaithful? O LORD, You have deceived me and I was deceived You have overcome me and prevailed I am become a laughingstock of mockers But if I say I will not speak in His name My heart becomes a burning fire shut up in my bones And I cannot hold it in, cannot refrain They will surely fight against you Yet they shall not prevail over you For I am with you to save you And deliver you, declares the LORD Call unto Me and I will answer thee And show thee great and mighty things Which thou knowest not Which thou knowest not Which thou knowest not Call unto Me and I will answer Call unto Me and I will answer Call unto Me and I will answer ...

Whoever guards his mouth and tongue Keeps his soul from troubles Let my words be few And let them not fall not to the ground As a man of unclean lips Living in an unclean realm Whoever guards his mouth and tongue Keeps his soul from troubles In the multitude of words is sin not lacking But he who restrains his words is wise And wrath is turned away by a soft answer Whoever guards his mouth and tongue Keeps his soul from troubles Even a fool, when he keeps silent Is considered wise He who has knowledge spares his words A soothing word is a tree of life Whoever guards his mouth and tongue Keeps his soul from troubles Keep your heart with all diligence From it flow the springs of life Death and life are in the power of the tongue But the tongue of the wise brings healing Brings healing Whoever guards his mouth and tongue Keeps his soul from troubles Rejoice not over me O my enemy Though I fall I will rise Though I dwell in darkness The Lord is my light He is my light Whoever guards his mouth and tongue Keeps his soul from troubles Troubles Trouble ...

Another day in the Grey Town In the twilight rains Impending Götterdämmerung At the end of days Wandering these mean streets Nightfall is suspending Retreat from this unhappy scene Ride on to the higher plane Another day Another day Another day slips into eternity Webbed into our telescreens For the Two Minutes Hate Celebrity is the currency As all the nations rage Another day Another day Another day slips into eternity Eternity Dawn ready to break Eternity Songs aplenty to sing If I could remember their singing And write down the notes No one who read that score Would ever grow sick or old Meantime back in the Grey Town With all its ego trips Pride and self-importance Malice and pettiness I awoke in a cold room Hunched on the floor Beside a black and empty grate The clock striking three And the siren howling overhead Another day Another day Another day slips into eternity Another soul ...

Take it slow And wherever you go Make some time to smell that rose And do not worry Take it slow Though paradoxical Be diligent and also Do not be in a hurry You'll thank Me later Unbusy Mary of Bethany Seated at Jesus’ feet Listening to His Word Martha, dear So stressed-out, so full of fear Yet only one thing is needed And she has chosen what is better Sister’s chosen what is better Take it slow And whatever you do Do not be hasty Stay unbusy And thank Me later Thank Me later So she heard what He was going to do Whilst the others did argue Over who should be the greatest Sit closer at His table She scrimped and saved Finally purchased that vase Of precious fragrance Then poured it on His feet Poured it out on Jesus’ feet Take it slow And wherever you go Make the time to smell the rose And thank Me later Thank Me later Say, what a waste The poor could’ve used that years’ wage We sure should’ve put it to greater purpose Could’ve made it pay Let her be for it was meant to be That she should save this perfume For My burial day For My burial day Take it slow And whatever you do Do not be hasty Stay unbusy And thank Me later Take it slow And wherever you go Make the time to smell the roses And thank Me later Thank Me later You’ll thank Me later.

Oh, man greatly beloved Understand the word that I speak unto you And stand upright, stand upright Fear not, My dearly beloved From the day you set your heart To seek the kingdom first All your prayers were heard All your prayers are heard Oh, my Lord I stand before You And my sorrows are turned upon me I have no strength I’m at Your mercy Let my Lord speak Let my Lord speak I am the Lord of the Harvest The seed I’ve given you to sow Sow abundantly Reap in mercy Reap abundantly The harvest truly is plenteous But the labourers are few Pray the Lord of the Harvest Will send forth you For though many are called Those chosen are few Those chosen are few Woe is me! I am ruined For mine eyes have seen the King Then He said, whom shall I send? Who will go for Me? Who will go for Me? Here am I, send me Here am I, send me Count the cost Deny yourself Take up your cross daily And follow Me It’s total war There’s no retreat There’s an open door But faith is the key Faith is the key Now faith is the substance of things hoped for The evidence of things not seen By faith you will overcome the wicked world And claim My victory Now faith is the substance of things hoped for The evidence of things not seen By faith you will be more than a conqueror Proclaim My victory Have no fear I am with you Who sow in tears In joy you shall reap It won’t return unto Me void It will accomplish that which I please It will accomplish that which I please For I Am that I Am I Am that I Am I Am that I Am I Am that I Am I am the Lord of the Harvest The Word I give to you to sow Sow abundantly Reap in mercy Reap abundantly I am the Lord of the Harvest The seed I’ve given you to sow Sow abundantly Reap in mercy Reap abundantly …!

Asleep in the tower The princess is oppressed by an evil spell The knight in valour ascends But the devil resists at every bend Her fortress is heavily guarded, the scenario is grim Just when everything seems utterly hopeless When your strategy seems to crumble to pieces Cry out to Jesus! The path to her narrows As he is led through the rocky wilderness Relief for his battle fatigue Ensures him this fight ain’t just his The Captain wants His daughter back And He’s paid a King’s ransom, He has And just when everything seems utterly hopeless And just when everything seems to crumble to pieces Cry out to Jesus! It takes the shield of faith To quench the fiery darts of the wicked A quitter never wins And a winner is never a quitter Young soldier of the cross Endure hardness Put on the whole armour of God And win the war And defeat the foe He has already defeated So much deception in this world So many wolves in sheep’s clothes But you’ve got to be steadfast, son Don’t ever neglect the vision you’ve been shown The pulling down of strongholds Tearing down the walls of Jericho, Jericho And just when everything seems utterly hopeless And just when your strategy seems to crumble to pieces Cry out to Jesus! Hand-to-hand combat So dig into the trench and defend your post Strive for masteries For we wrestle not with flesh and blood Love is a battlefield The heart is a battle zone in the Holy War Life is a battlefield The soul is the battle zone in the Holy War Holy War …