Wolves At The Gate

when deadbolts awake you from deja vu dreams, at four in the morning you know where I'll be. out running red lights asleep at the wheel. the sirens feed my nightmares, I just close my eyes and I'm already here; its already too late. I know its nothin

I was once a dead man A stranger with no home I stood opposed to God himself And yet He pardoned me With all my heart and the fiercest will Desired not but to thieve and kill I hadn't a thought of peace, but war Surrender was not what I'd endure I wa

On that day when I see my King and death has lost its sting. Until then I'm chasing after mysteries. I'm chasing after you. Living, you loved me, Though I fought. Dying, you saved me, My soul bought. Buried, you carried my sins away. You carried my s

the harvest - wolves at the gate the valley is wide and the canyons are deep for a harvest is ready of that which to reap many before grabbed a sickle to shear but their days have past and your time is near so listen to me and heed my words see the w

I consider my life worth nothing to me if only I may finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me. The task of testifying to the Gospel of God's grace. Now I know that none of you whom I have gone about preaching the Kingdom will

through the night - wolves at the gate i've seen the road and it's snares i bore the load though it wears i've heard your curses and taunts and yet it won't stop me i've heard your curses and slights and still it won't stop me slept through the colde

These eyes have seen the joys yet suffered Mind and body Though still I'll sing "How Great Thou Art" Calm my heart And give me Still peace Within my very soul These eyes have seen the joys yet suffered Mind and body Though still I'll sing "

A selfish man, a wretch I do stand, just as you we are the same But how is it that justice follows in Your wake and grace remains? And grace remains? Your grace remains! Still grace remains! This is justice for my wickedness with your Son descending

The morning is coming with a hunger to feed. I'll do what I've got to get the taste that I need. Minute by minute and hour by hour. I'll feed this pit with what I find and all I can scour. Give me a feather and I'll trade you my friend. It's just a s

awaken - wolves at the gate who's shut the mouths of beasts and with the sound of his voice it renders peace? who's drowned the earth with rain and made a promise to man to never do the same? who's crushed the walls of stone by the use of the sound o

Wake up! Wake up! The wolves are biting. The wolves are clawing and snatching up the sheep. For if we speak without the truth upon our lips, We're giving in and we are falling fast asleep. Creating more prodigals. More jaded and worn. We organize and