Still I Listen (Needs Autobiography and Devotional)




Still I Listen

I just knew that Tonight all the Stars could Fall
We would break the Chains from our Souls and who knows then….
But the Sky above me is black as my Sin
I just knew that the Best Things,
We would find a Home in a Heart for all of them…
But today the Best Things got Thrown Away Again
-Still I listen for the Saviour’s Song
Still I listen for the Saviour’s Song
Calling “Rise Up” to Dry Bones
And “Fight On” to Old Souls
And Say One More Prayer cause “Fear is not the End of This”
-I just knew when I told you the Dawn is coming my Friend
That the Nosferatu Romeos would be slain when Prince Charming
Rides his White Horse up into that broke down Palace you’ve been Living In
-I just knew when I told you the Complications are coming back Together
That the Puzzle Pieces would be falling back together like the Box
Was never ripped open when you were too young to put them back Again
-Still I listen for the Saviour’s Song
Still I listen for the Saviour’s Song
Calling “Rise Up” to Dry Bones
And “Fight On” to Old Souls
And Say One More Prayer cause “Fear is not the End of This”
-Accept this Apology but Accept this Hope with it
That the Girl They Stole Away for a Night without a Ring
And the Boy who was never Strong Enough to please his King
Will have their turn to Sing
-Cause still they listen for the Saviour’s Song
Cause still they listen for the Saviour’s Song
Calling “Rise Up” to Dry Bones
And “Fight On” to Old Souls
And Say One More Prayer cause “Fear is not the End of This”
And Say One More Prayer cause “​Fear is not the End of This”


("Fear is Not The End of This" is from an Edward Kowalzsyk song)

Prayer for Those Still Listening Despite The Disappointment

Narrator of our Lives
We ask that You give our Mess a Mission
We ask that You give our Pain a Purpose
We ask that there be Melody and Harmony to these Tangled Lyrics
We ask that there be sung somewhere
A Soundtrack to the Story of our Lives
More Beautiful than the Sound of our Broken Moments
We ask You for a bigger Picture
More than Fears and Tears that Haunted Us
More than waiting on Ships of Hope that never reached the Shore
We ask that we one day wear our White Stones Loud
Cause how they would portray us in the Script is only Orphan Souls
We ask you to retell us all we Missed
Cause You are the Only Director Who can write us a Better Life

“He who has an ear, let him hear what the Ruach is saying to Messiah’s communities. To the one who overcomes I will give some of the hidden manna, and I will give him a white stone—and written on the stone a new name that no one knows except the one who receives it.” Revelation 2:17

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