Death Has Died

Death, you have died, and I don't grieve.

I close the casket with no bitter mourning up my sleeve. 

I bring no note, no card, no flowers.

I read no eulogy to rehearse your past powers. 

I won't stay in the sanctuary and respectfully remember you.

No, I wont dare sit down and take my place in a pew. 

You won't find me with tears lingering at the reception. 

Death, you have died and with you, your deception. 

As I close the casket, what do I see?

Dead, with no breath to breathe, it's the old selfish me. 

Where Christ was hung, where He bled, where He died.

That's where the worst part of me was crucified. 

Death, you have died, and I lower you to your grave. 

I'm alive in Christ, the One who is mighty to save! 

I am dead no longer and no longer will I die.

Through Him and through His love, I am justified.

Death, I wish that you could see that there is truth in what I’ve said.

But that’s not going to happen. You’re already dead. 

THIS IS THE HOUR

The trumpets blast. Many hit the ground.

Others are jumping. They are familiar with the sound.

The sky splits as He makes His entrance in glory and power. 

People begin to repent. It's too late! This is the hour!

Some shout with joy. Their King has come!

Some faint in fear. In a second, awakened from their spiritual slum. 

Some leap from the ground. This is what they always expected.

Some hide in the shadows terrified of what they never accepted. 

Grace cries out for those that believe.

Sin screams on behalf of those who are not qualified to leave.

Arrogance turns to terror, pride to shame.

"This is He! The One that has been given the name above every name!" 

"I didn't know He was coming! I didn't know it was true!"

Those that are left look around. Do they see you? 

He will declare, "I am Alpha and Omega. The Beginning and the End." 

He will snatch away His saints and each of their hearts He will mend. 

"Shhh..." they say. "This truth, don't tell."

He comes on the clouds to declare war on Hell.

With many crowns on His head, His eyes burn like fire. 

This is the One who uncovers and crushes the serpent, the liar. 

Some will remain, their sin exposed.

Some are left, their filth disclosed. 

As evil darkness invades the earth,

Many will regret the day of their birth!

There's only one way. It is through Jesus, through His blood.

Those that leave with Him have been washed in a rushing crimson flood!

Their righteousness, their deeds, their efforts are not enough.

It is only the blood! This alone saves us!

"I didn't know He was coming! I didn't know it was true!"

Those that are left look around. Do they see you? 

He is coming on the clouds with glory and power.

Call on His name! This is the time of salvation. This is your hour!

Knees On The Ground. Head To The Floor.

Knees on the ground. Head to the floor.

This is why we sleep. We don't do this anymore.

Cries arise.

"Where is God as our world dies? That black book called Holy is full of nothing but lies."

Dreams in a book in a box in the corner.

"Let them die with the dust. I've lost my Restorer."

"Where is His love, His power, His Spirit?"

It's in that box in the corner. You won't go near it.

Why so drowsy? Why do you sleep?

You've let it sift from your hands that which you were commanded to keep.

A book we won't read.

A God we don't need.

Prayers we won't say.

A price we won't pay.

Love we won't give.

The Word we won't live.

Knees on the ground. Head to the floor.

This is why we sleep. We don't do this anymore.

"Where is God as the world falls apart?"

He's right where you put Him, asleep in the back of your heart.

"Where is God with the dying? Why won't He free them?"

The answers in you, but you live like you don't need Him.

"Look," they say. "Everyone is rotten."

No, it's not so, but their God they've forgotten. 

How did they forget? Why did they lose their sight?

Because we've worked hard at being silent, worked with all our might. 

Put your knees on the ground. Put your head to the floor.

Speak to your God. Pray to love more.

Go to the book in the box in the corner.

Open it! Read it! Find your Restorer!

A book we read.

A God we need.

Prayers we say.

Prices we pay.

Love we give.

The Word we live.

"Where is God," the cries arise.

But they grow ever weak as they see Him in our lives.

Put your knees on the ground. Put your head to the floor.

"Look! Their God is alive! I see Him more and more!"

Knees bent. Head down. Book open. Love alive.

Watch! As you humble yourself, your nation is revived!

Run to the One who through forgiveness made your soul soar.
Then put your knees on the ground and put your head to the floor. 

Wake Up. Sleep No More.

You stay quiet like it’s a secret you’ve been ordered to keep.

The world slowly dies as you indulge in your sleep.

Cries spill out of the mouths of the hungry and the poor.

They suffer from the convictions you don’t believe at your core.

The sick die, as you do nothing with what you’ve been given.

A horrific lie presented in the comfort you live in.

You casually walk by slaves.

You blindly eat by open graves.

Wake up, oh sleeper! There’s a destiny you’re missing.

Come to life, you dead, it's Satan’s cheek of comfort you're kissing.

Resurrect from the grave of complacent existence.

Your silence and lack of action is Satan’s assistance.

Tormenting darkness is terrified of your love on display.

It whispers and sings lullabies to you. "It's easier this way."

Wooing you to sleep like a weapon from hell.

Hell forbid your testimony of forgiveness you tell.

Tell it! Shout of the grace that's washed away your sin!

Live it! Act like God Almighty has called you His friend!

For the sake of the lost, I beg you, awaken from your sleep!

I beg you, stop acting like Jesus is a dirty secret to keep.

If you've found Love and breathe grace in your lungs.

If you've been redeemed. If you speak in tongues.

If you believe the bible and believe the words in red.

If you believe your Savior resurrected from the dead.

If you've been healed. If you've been put back together.

If you've been forgiven. If you're going to live forever.

Wake up. Sleep no more.

They need you. The broken, the sick, the tormented, the poor.

Wake up. Put your feet on the floor.

Those you are called to, refuse to ignore.

Wake up, oh sleeper, arise from the dead.

Wake up. You’re the answer. Get out of your bed.