Christmas is quickly sneaking up on us, and I’ve been counting down the last few days with what I call “Reasons For Faith”.

You may have noticed I’ve shared my reasons in the form of lyrics from songs I produced on my “Raise The Praise Volume 1” CD. Today I’m continuing with reasons number 9 and 10. That’s so the numbers work out to end with the last one on Christmas Eve. I hope you enjoy today’s lyrics. Be sure and check out the demo clips to all these songs at this link: Raise The Praise   More to come…

#9) Because I Can Love

What made You think
That I was worth the risk You took?
What made You take the time
To write Your Holy Book?
I don’t believe I’d give myself a second look,
But You did because You love.

You made a world
That was as perfect as could be,
But then I broke it
When You gave it all to me…
By going through the gate You made to set me free.
This You did because You love…me.

Because You love me so…in spite of all You know…
Because You did the most that You could ever do…
Because I clearly see…evidence of You in me…
Because I can love…I do love…You!

You put a life
And a will inside my soul.
You knew true love
Would be to give me full control.
But knowing You is all that ever makes me whole.
I trust You because You love…me.

I can live because You live!
I can love because You love!

© Copyright Tony Funderburk 2010

#10)  Consequential Servitude

God looked down on me…He knew I was wrong…
Usurped my position I held for so long.
Yeah, He just took over…where my brain left off.
He knew it was risky…He knew they’d all scoff.
Sometimes I’m so stupid, and so often blind…
Trade reason for feelings; mistakes underlined.

And so again; I behold the outer man
Through God’s condescending attitude,
And I defer to the perfect Architect
And this consequential servitude.

He spirals His thoughts…through my barricade.
He knows I am feeble…yet hands me His blade.
He tells me to rise up…from my Phoenix blight.
He builds me a fortress of conquering Light.
When my clay is brittle…and crumbles to sand
I long to be putty…in my Master’s hand…

And then I can behold the inner man
Through God’s condescending attitude.
Because He chose me as His dwelling place
I choose this consequential servitude.

There were no incantations, no hallelujah chorus
He succumbed to His detractors; withstood an inquisition…
And then commended His spirit, relinquished His position,
And then He died a death that was for us!

Repeat 1st verse and 2nd chorus…end

© Copyright Tony Funderburk 2001 & 2008-09

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