A Nut In A Torn Bag

Nut In A Torn Bag I was a nut in a torn bag Then Jesus found me Cracked me, Salted me, Shook me, And threw me into the world.

...Blood Bought.....

I hate you satan!
I hate you now!
To take the joy
From me somehow...

I bought your lies
I drank them in
I walked your walk
Just like your kin

Foul breath of hell
breathes down my neck
Your only aim
All YOU can get

Lies! Lies!
All you are is lies!

I once gave heed
To such as this
The love of God
Foolishly missed

"You're all alone!"
"Not good enough!"
"Just leave your God!"
"And cling to stuff!"

"Just one drink!"
"Just one smoke!"
"Take these pills!"
"Now take a toke!"

And once I'm weak
Near dead inside
It's then you strike
So deep So wide

"God's not here!"
"It's all HIS fault!"
"Just click away!"
...sexual assault...

It doesn't end
Until I bend
To him again
Then make amends

Down and up
And round and round
You bash my head
Against the ground

But what is this that I have found??

Jesus Christ 
comes to my aide!
My feet He cleans
No more to wade

In deaths dark sea
Of deepest woe!
Be gone from me!
TO HELL YOU'LL GO!!

I hate you satan!
I hate your lies!
I hate your filth!
Your ways, despise!

Your WEAK! Vile creature!
Compared to MY God!
You'll never again
Walk where angels trod!

Your head is crushed!
His heal but bruised!
My soul delights!
To hear the good news!

"My redeemer lives!
He lives in me!
My home his breast!
For eternity!"

Next time you come around to me..
Remember this! Listen closely!

I am my beloved's
And my beloved's mine!
He lives to intercede for me
From now to the end of time!

You've got nothing.
My soul is His.
Next time you seek to trip me.
Stop and take this quiz.

Who conquered the grave?!
And rose from the dead?!
Who's seated above?!
Who died in my stead?!

Although you may trip me
Confound all my thoughts
He'll never release me
For I am blood bought.

By John Bosse

Those Who Sleep Must Awake

Those who sleep must awake
For the time comes
Yes, quickly the moment
The silence will break 
Those who sleep must awake 

Those who sleep must awake
For close the arrival 
Near His appearance 
His dear bride to take 
Those who sleep must awake

Those who sleep must awake 
For behold the Judge 
At the door standeth 
Christian heart reverently quake 
Those who sleep must awake 

Those who sleep must awake 
For accounts must be given 
Doth thou pursue righteousness?
All ungodliness forsake?
Those who sleep must awake 

Those who sleep must awake 
For soon His glorious face 
Will marvelously make clear His worth 
Oh, for His name’s sake 
Those who sleep must awake

By Scott Dunkerton