So many words so much to say and nothing's being heard

So many words so much to say

And nothing's being heard

Hearing the words of life

Faith comes by hearing the word

And where shall we go from your presence Lord

For you have the words of life.

Where is my song unless I sing it?

Where is my praise if my voice is not raised

Where is the testimony

the Hallelujah and the memory?

Memory is the handmaiden to faith

And she surely serves me well

A thankful heart is my inheritance

I am tired of the excuses

The tickling of the ears

If I am not standing firm

Then I have much to fear

Immersed in my activities

Deluded by my will

Doing deeds and doing more

And never standing still.

In the center of your will.

I want to live a life of risk

Standing firmly on the ledge

Of the comfort high rise I have built

To get me up above the crowds

To sink deeply into lives

And to plunge myself headlong into grace

Assured of my position upon the razor's edge

Sometimes it’s a leap of faith

That the Lord requires

And sometimes it's conflagration

In the wood and stubble's fires

Lord give me back the passion that I once had for you

Crush me with your ---kavod

Your glory pounding down my doors

And rip apart my city walls and conquer me like Crus

Your pagan shepherd king.

And raise your banner o'er me and claim me for your own

I can't be separated from my walk

Anthony Foster

December 2000