By I.M. Ulysses
Zion I come
And stand your the door
A tired old man
To God's holy throne
My strength is departed
I cannot stand tall
Because of the sin
That caused me to fall
Is there a God
Who remembers my name
Who can forgive folly
And redeem me from shame
Or does He await
With a swift command
To render His judgment
Upon this beat man
Or has he been wondering
Just where I have been
Hoping to heal
My pain within
I cannot imagine
What lies in store
As I carry myself
To the Father's locked door
He brought me again
To this place I have known
Shorn of my pride
Hurt and alone
Stripped of all things
That mattered the most
I carry my cross
To the Lord of Hosts
I have nothing left
No place I can hide
He destroyed it all
Before I arrived
Now I stand still
In agony I blunder
As the door opens up
And His voice thunders
His eyes look upon me
At my beaten form
But says not a word
As I bow to the Lord
For judgment I came
I speak out at last
A man cannot live
As a worthless outcast
Take me I pray
Show me your scorn
Send me to hell
Where sinners are torn
In silence He ponders
All He has heard
While behind me the devil
Adds his own words
Give him to me
Hand this fool over
He is the sort
That makes good men shudder
The Lord turns away
My sin He can't ponder
And I know I am finshed
In this very hour
As I am being taken
To the place I belong
An army of angels
Sweep in from above
They fall on the devil
And with ropes they him bound
Then toss him away
Out of sight, out of sound
Upon a great cherub
The Lord then descends
With fire and great fury
And rage without end
He lifts me up
In His Holy Hands
And takes me to Zion
Where His Kingdom stands
I look in surprise
At the place where He dwells
And wonder how come
Had has spared me from hell
Then the Lord Spoke
And Jesus His Son
The one who had died
For my freedom
You were mine once
And still you remain
My child you're forgiven
I've removed all your shame
For I am your Father
And Zion's your home
Behold it's your name
I have written it on
Shed no more tears
Remember tomorrow
Your yesterday's gone
Forget all your sorrow
I stare in amazement
At what God has done
And realize that
I am still His son
I knew at that moment
Just what had transpired
Why God had allowed
My sin to expire
Zion's not made
For sin and defeat
It's where God has placed
His mercy seat
Thursday, November 26, 2009
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