Cosmic Love

If the road to destruction is wide
keep me to your narrow path oh Lord

use me to usher the few
into the dirt of your kingdom

for I'd rather not witness the walking dead
zombies delight in misery

a fleeting hope in vanity
chasing the wind with perfect glee

holding nothing with passionate fire
celebrating a rotting mire

bollocks ingesting and eating thier mind
this lot will not be born again inside


So keep me my lord lost in your cosmic arms
this world is rotating dead
we all need perfect love

A Loss win



Thank you Lord
for you've been
an eye opener
letting me view my sin
letting me know
what an ass I've been
for consuming my wishes
and letting love win

for showing me a shape
as hard as the wind
for faith it seems
waters my soul like the caribean
I boast in the cross alone

for you my Lord

loss is win

Words: James Proc­tor.

Music: Ira D. Sankey (1840-1908) (MI­DI, score).

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Nothing, either great or small—
Nothing, sinner, no;
Jesus died and paid it all,
Long, long ago.

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“It is finished!” yes, indeed,
Finished, ev’ry jot;
Sinner, this is all you need,
Tell me, is it not?

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When He, from His lofty throne,
Stooped to do and die,
Ev’rything was fully done;
Hearken to His cry!

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Weary, working, burdened one,
Wherefore toil you so?
Cease your doing; all was done
Long, long ago.

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Till to Jesus’ work you cling
By a simple faith,
“Doing” is a deadly thing—
“Doing” ends in death.

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Cast your deadly “doing” down—
Down at Jesus’ feet;
Stand in Him, in Him alone,
Gloriously complete.

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