moved

I moved up the street.

ken stoll—aka recovering self-help junkie

don’t stop believing

Scattered words and empty thoughts
seem to pour from my heart.
I’ve never felt so torn before.
Seems I don’t know where to start.
But it’s now that I feel Your grace fall like rain
From ev’ry fingertip, washing away my pain

‘Cause I still believe in Your faithfulness.
‘Cause I still believe in Your truth.
‘Cause I still believe in Your holy Word.
Even when I don’t see, I still believe.

Though the questions still fog up my mind
with promises I still seem to bear,
Or even when answers slowly unwind,
It’s my heart I see you prepare.
But it’s now that I feel your grace fall like rain
From ev’ry fingertip, washing away my pain…

Well, the only place I can go is into Your arms
Where I throw to You my feeble prayers.
Well, in brokenness I can see that this was Your will for me.
Help me to know that You are near, yeah,

‘Cause I still believe in Your faithfulness.
‘Cause I still believe in Your truth.
‘Cause I still believe in Your holy Word.
Even when I don’t see, I still believe…

-Lyrics by Jeremy Camp, I Still Believe

mighty fortress

 

A Mighty fortress is our God,
A trusty shield and weapon;
He helps us free from every need
That hath us now overtaken.
The Old evil foe
Now means deadly woe
Deep guile and great might
Are his dread arms in fight;
On earth is not his equal.

 

With might of ours can naught be done,
Soon were our loss effected;
But for us fights the valiant One,
Whom God himself elected.
Ask ye, Who is this?
Jesus Christ it is,
Of sabaoth Lord,
And there’s none other God;
He holds the field forever.

 

Though devils all the world should fill,
All eager to devour us,
We tremble not, we fear no ill,
They shall not overpower us.
This world’s prince may still
Scowl fierce as he will,
He can harm us none,
He’s judged; the deed is done’
On little world can fell him.

 

The Word they still shall let remain
Nor any thanks have for it;
He’s by our side upon the plain
With his good gifts and Spirit.
And take they our life,
Goods, fame, child, and wife,
Though these all be gone,
Our victory has been won;
The Kingdom ours remaineth.

 

–Lyrics by Martin Luther, A Mighty Fortress Is Our God 

                

never unloved

 

I have been unfaithful
I have been unworthy
I have been unrighteous
And I have been unmerciful

  

I have been unreachable
I have been unteachable
I have been unwilling
And I’ve been undesirable

And sometimes I have been unwise
I’ve been undone by what I’m unsure of
But because of you
And all that you went through
I know that I have never been unloved

I have been unbroken
I have been unmended
I have been uneasy
And I’ve been unapprochable

I’ve been unemotional
I’ve been unexceptional
I’ve been undecided
And I have been unqualified

Unaware – I have been unfair
I’ve been unfit for blessings from above
But even I can see
The sacrifice You made for me
To show that I have never been unloved…

-Lyrics by Michael W. Smith ( Never Been Unloved)