In lieu of trying to belong to any number of societies: Chesterton, Sherlock Holmes, the Inklings, and so on: I propose and establish one of my own. Don your intelligence cap at the door; dust off your logic and imagination; did you bring your inspiration and encouragement? We are shapers, my friends; lit lamps; light-bringers. Bring quotes; poetry should be uplifting and thoughtful, or witty and clever, (or both). Humor is encouraged; laughter is invited back. Pull up a chair. Anyone for tea?

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Embracing Accusation

You have to read it till the end . . . the last line is glorious.

The father of lies coming to steal
Kill and destroy
All my hopes of being good enough.
I hear him saying
"Cursed are the ones who can't abide".

He's right. Halleluiah, he's right.
The devil is preaching
The song of the redeemed.
That I am cursed and gone astray.
I cannot gain salvation,
embracing accusation.

Could the father of lies
Be telling the truth
Of God to me tonight?
If the penalty of sin is death,
Then death is mine.

I hear him saying,
"Cursed are the ones who can't abide"
He's right. Halleluiah, he's right.
The devil is preaching
The song of the redeemed.
That I am cursed and gone astray.
I cannot gain salvation.


Oh the devil is singing over me
An age-old song . . .
That I am cursed and gone astray.
Singing the first verse so conveniently,
He's forgotten the refrain.
Jesus saves!

--Shane and Shane
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1 comment:

Auntie Meredith said...

Livi, I went straight to youtube to see if there was a video of this song, and I found this one coupled with an excerpt of a John Piper sermon. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xqz1Y_YRlT4&feature=related

Glorious doesn't begin to describe it! Thanks so much for sharing this.

January 28, 2011 at 8:37 PM

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