Babylon


God’s promise of entering his rest still stands, so we ought to tremble with fear that some of you might fail to experience it (Hebrews 4:1 NLT)

Sometimes God is revealed through a song. This is one of those times for me. It makes me realize that although we try to always be doing things, our spirit needs to also be able to be still and receive. I get so busy sometimes I forget how good it feels to let someone else witness to me.
Below are the lyrics to Casey Hurt’s Babylon. Sit back, relax and let the song really witness to you. I posted the words only for convinience, but dont spend the whole song reading. Again, we always are doing. Let this post do something for you for a change! Be blessed


Song Lyrics-Babylon
Casey Hurt

Baptize the river with tears until it floods, how many years will it’s banks receive our blood. How many nations will deceive our ranks in occupation ‘til this generation wakes up and shakes off the mud. Begotten not modeled got jobs bottling Molotov cocktails for Babylon, consuming the same. Lost but not forgotten, the desert is hot and awful, but it’s awesome to exclaim- I’m just a pawn in your game crossing the 6th brook. I can’t remember Zion but this fishhook in my heart remembers everything. So let the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable ‘til I learn how to sing. And it sounds like-

Down by the river where we sat and wept. That great river, Babylon. That great river we hung our hearts and heads. That great river Babylon. And how can we sing in a foreign land?

Fall on the rock and be broken. Follow me close ye the chosen that knew my voice in the moment that you remember. I am the poetry spoken over a motionless ocean at both the beginning and ending. I’m the inverse. Bring me your cinders. Gather me your kindling timbers, scattered ash and your smoldering embers. And behold, I will send a wind through the trenches they littered with your skeleton splinters- to mend and reassemble your members. Remember. But don’t receive your vision once again from the blind. Repent your senses and administer mine. Oh my children don’t be ignorant of signs of the times when the bitter and resentful shun the gifts and turn to sinister minds. Even this I have intended. It was written- both the vengeance and the vinegar’s mine. When the chrysalis dies, in an instant I’ll be given my most intimate prize- the glitter of my infinite eye.

Down by the river where we sat and wept. That great river, Babylon. That great river we hung our hearts and heads. That great river Babylon.

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Relapse: The Familiar Fall


A man should never put on his best trousers when he goes out to battle for freedom and truth. – Henrik Ibsen

A human being has so many skins inside, covering the depths of the heart. We know so many things, but we don’t know ourselves! Why, thirty or forty skins or hides, as thick and hard as an ox’s or bear’s, cover the soul. Go into your own ground and learn to know yourself there.” -Meister Eckhart

Faces covered in mud, knees scraped and covered in blood.
Minds spinning like a DJ, while our focus fades away.
The way we are left when we run before we should,
The way we refuse to listen even though we could.
Groove slam work it back, one slip up and our world’s off track.
Where was our reverence when the hunger returned?
Why did we choose to repeat the lessons already learned?
Oh that’s right, we are but fools,
Dangle disaster in front of us and our mouths drool.
So much grace God, so much time,
Yet here we go playing ourselves one more time.
Help us to stop this track on repeat,
The melody of our old selves and our defeat.
With eyes full of tears, our ears are closed,
To your wisdom and to you telling us how not to end up below.
Tricky is the trap and we waltz right in,
Only to have You come and untangle us once again.
Help us to fall, but into Your peace,
To free us from the enemy’s grip only You can release.
Groove slam work it back, seek You first so we don’t relapse.
-Erica D

But You, Oh Lord, are a shield for me, My Glory and the One who lifts up my head. I cried to the Lord with my voice, and He heard me from His holy hill.

Psalm 3:3-4

I will both lie down in peace, and sleep; For You alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety.

Psalm 4:8

Song Lyrics to the featured video of Freedom by Josh Garrels

Professional or beginner doesn’t matter
Every sinner is a prisoner in a body that is subject to time
Now my entwined mind tries to form a straight line
Not like twisted scoliosis of the spinal chord

Construct
Cross eyed carpenters are cuttin’ crooked lines
Can’t construct
Man-made shrines when the winds and the water move sands of time

Many minds on a deadline yet live life like a live wire
I’m not tired!
Of blood and fire
Spirit’s moving higher than the green grass ever lifted me

Spirit’s moving higher…
Than anything else ever lifted you
Mm see

We got spirituality
It’s living in us like one in three
Injustice is concerning me
In the non-linear eternity
I’m speaking paradoxically
But you can nod your head now when you understand me-e-e-ee…

This is for my free men
Whose backs wont bend in the lions den
Now with their eyes on the ending

This is for my free women!
They fight with their love
The bearers of our children

Free men whose backs wont bend in the lions den
Now with their eyes on the ending

This is for my free women
They fight with their love
The bearers of our children

We shine like lights exposing
What lies underneath decomposing
Unearth those chains that are rusted
My sweet Lord is that what I trusted in?
That sin? that tomfoolery? ugh!
What it is, is mental jewelry that I adorned myself with

The enemy’s gifts the man-made myths the ignorant bliss
Of marijuana spliffs and alcoholic fifths
I got so sick and tired of it

Delivered and redeemed
By Christ I mean
It’s time to start livin’
And get a reason for the rhyme

I don’t wanna be dead-wrong on the deadline
Standing on the dark side and all out of time…
Like a blind pantomime’s fantasize
Climb up his own ladder to the sunshine

Nothin’s mine
That hasn’t been given
No ones alive here
That hasn’t been risen
For 19 years i was trapped in a prison

Feeding my escape by means of derision
But every man-made attempt just failed
When trapped in a jail
Of my own guilt shame and iniquity

I was looking for freedom
How’d I find freedom?

Oh! oh freedom…
From all of this

He said believe
He said believe

Who are you telling me to belei-e-eve… yea
‘said I’m the Christ

Oh!
…He said I’m the Christ

So i believed.

Freedom!

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