refuse to be denied.
my life has been quite eventful lately.
basically, i was very very sick all of january.
giving me way too much time to think.
but it was good.
it helped.
im still not all the way better.
my immune system is a big girl, thats for sure.
im starting to learn that most of the people i know, including myself, dont know a thing.
all we care about is clothes, money, cars, sex, drinking, drugs.
its sad.
we dont understand that outside of where we are, things arent so great.or maybe we do, and just dont care.
we try to figure God out for ourself, as if we are on the same leevl as him.
i wish we could just beleive, have faith that hes there, and hes doing things in peoples lives.
When people in Africa hear about this " free gift of life, salvation, perfect love, joy, everything that Jesus brings..and its free"..they dont try to figure God out...they just receive and beleive.
for some of them ,its all they have to hold on to.
But we already have everything we need, dont we?
Our generation is okay with letting foreign governments kill children..they think that We, as the US, should give other governments the choice to take on a new form of goverment..
So, in some cases, basically, we can give them the choice to keep killing and destroying and hurting people.
We're content with losing, content with terrorism, content with killing babies, content with disease, content with watching the world waste away.
Im not going to be a part of that..I cant.
either way, God has been teaching me so much and speaking to me so much.
its hard to explain what hes been doing in my life.
this is very scattered..i know.
but heres something that has really been pumping me up and speaking to me lately..something powerful! read it..
SO THIS GUY COMES UP TO ME AND SAYS
WHAT'S
THE VISION ?
WHAT'S
THE BIG IDEA ?
I OPEN MY MOUTH AND THE WORDS COME OUT LIKE THIS
THE VISION ?
the vision is jesus
OBSEESSIVELY
dangerously undeniably
jesus
THE VISION IS AN
ARMY
OF YOUNG PEOPLE.
you see bones ?
I SEE AN ARMY
AND THEY ARE FREE FROM MATERIALISM
THEY LAUGH AT 9-5 LITTLE PRISONS
THE COULD EAT CAVIAR ON MONDAY AND CRUST ON TUESDAY
THEY WOULDN'T EVEN NOTICE
THEY KNOW THE MEANING OF THE MATRIX
THE WAY THE WEST WAS WON.
THEY ARE MOBILE LIKE THE WIND.
THE BELONG TO THE NATIONS.
THEY NEED NO PASSPORT.
PEOPLE WRITE THEIR ADDRESSES IN PENCIL
AND WONDER AT THEIR STRANGE EXISTENCE.
THEY ARE FREE
YET THEY ARE SLAVES
OF THE HURTING AND DIRTY AND DYING.
WHAT IS THE VISION
THE VISION IS HOLINESS THAT HURTS THE EYES.
IT MAKES CHILDREN LAUGH AND ADULTS ANGRY.
IT GAVE UP THE GAME OF MINIMUM INTERGRITY
LONG AGO TO REACH FOR THE STARS.
IT SCORNS THE GOOD AND STRAINS FOR THE BEST
IT IS DANGEROUSLY PURE.
LIGHT FLICKERS
FROM EVERY SECRET MOTIVE.
EVERY PRIVATE CONVERSATION.
IT LOVES PEOPLE
AWAY FROM THEIR SUICIDE LEAPS,
THEIR SATAN GAMES.
THIS IS AN ARMY
THAT WOULD LAY DOWN ITS
LIFE FOR THE CAUSE.
A MILLION TIMES A DAY
ITS SOLDIERS CHOOSE TO LOSE
THAT THEY MIGHT ONE DAY WIN THE GREAT
"WELL DONE" OF FAITHFUL SONS AND DAUGHTERS.
Such heroes are as radical
on Monday morning as Sunday night.
THEY DON'T NEED FAME FROM NAMES.
INSTEAD THEY GRIN QUIETLY UPWARDS
AND HEAR THE CROWDS CHANTING AGAIN AND AGAIN:"COME ON!"
AND THIS IS THE SOUND OF THE
UNDERGROUND
THE WHISPER OF HISTORY IN THE MAKING
FOUNDATIONS SHAKING
REVOLUTIONARIES DREAMING ONCE AGAIN
MYSTERY IS SCHEMING IN WHISPERS.
CONSPIRACY IS BREATHING . . .
THIS IS
THE SOUND OF THE
UNDERGROUND
AND THE ARMY IS DISCIPL(IN)ED-
YOUNG PEOPLE WHO BEAT THEIR BODIES INTO SUBMISSION.
EVERY SOLDIER WOULD TAKE A BULLET FOR HIS COMRADE AT ARMS.
THE TATTOO ON THEIR BACK BOASTS
"FOR ME TO LIVE IS CHRIST AND TO DIE IS GAIN."
Sacrifice fuels the fire
of victory in their upward eyes.
Winners.
Martyrs.
Who can stop them?
Can hormones hold them back?
Can failure succeed?
Can fear scare them or death kill them?
And the generation prays
like a dying man
with groans beyond talking
with warrior cries
sulphuric tears and
great barrow loads of laughter
Waiting. Watching.
24-7-365.
WHATEVER IS TAKES THEY WILL GIVE:
BREAKING THE RULES.
SHAKING MEDIOCRITY FROM ITS COZY
LITTE HIDE.
LAYING DOWN THEIR RIGHTS AND THEIR
PRECIOUS LITTLE WRONGS,
LAUGHING AT LABELS,
FASTING ESSENTIALS.
THE ADVERTISERS CANNOT MOLD THEM.
HOLLYWOOD CANNOT HOLD THEM.
PEER-PRESSURE IS POWERLESS
TO SHAKE THEIR RESOLVE
AT LATE-NIGHT PARTIES
BEFORE THE COCKEREL CRIES.
THEY ARE
incredibly cool,
dangerously attractive (on the inside).
On the outside ? They hardly care !
They wear clothes like costumes:
to communicate and celebrate
but never to hide.
WOULD THEY SURRENDER THEIR IMAGE OR THEIR POPULARITY?
THEY WOULD LAY DOWN THEIR VERY LIVES.
SWAP SEATS WITH THE MAN ON DEATH ROW, GUILTY AS HELL:
A THRONE FOR AN ELECTRIC CHAIR.
With blood and sweat and many tears,
with sleepless nights and fruitless days,
they pray as if it all depends on God
and lives as if it all depends on them.
Their DNA chooses Jesus
(He breathes out, they breathe in).
Their subconscious sings.
They had a blood transfusion with Jesus.
Their words make demons scream
in shopping malls.
Don't you hear them coming ?
HERALD the WEIRDOS !
Summon THE Losers and FREAKS.
HERE come the frightened &FORGOTTEN
With FIRE in their EYES
THEY WALK TALL and Trees APPLAUD,
Skyscrapers bow mountains are dwarfed
by the children of another dimension.
THEIR PRAYERS SUMMON THE HOUND OF HEAVEN
AND INVOKE THE ANCIENT DREAM OF EDEN.
AND THIS VISION WILL BE.
IT WILL COME TO PASS;
IT WILL COME EASILY;
IT WILL COME SOON.
How do I know ?
Because this is the longing of creation itself,
the groaning of the Spirit,
the very dream of God.
My tommorrow is His today
My distant hope is His 3-D.
And my feeble,
whispered,
faithless prayer
invokes a thunderous,
resounding,
bone-shaking
great "Amen!"
from countless angels,
from heroes of the faith,
from Christ Himself.
And He is the original dreamer,
the ultimate winner.
Guaranteed.
-Pete Greig
Im going to Desperation tomorrow.
(:
basically, i was very very sick all of january.
giving me way too much time to think.
but it was good.
it helped.
im still not all the way better.
my immune system is a big girl, thats for sure.
im starting to learn that most of the people i know, including myself, dont know a thing.
all we care about is clothes, money, cars, sex, drinking, drugs.
its sad.
we dont understand that outside of where we are, things arent so great.or maybe we do, and just dont care.
we try to figure God out for ourself, as if we are on the same leevl as him.
i wish we could just beleive, have faith that hes there, and hes doing things in peoples lives.
When people in Africa hear about this " free gift of life, salvation, perfect love, joy, everything that Jesus brings..and its free"..they dont try to figure God out...they just receive and beleive.
for some of them ,its all they have to hold on to.
But we already have everything we need, dont we?
Our generation is okay with letting foreign governments kill children..they think that We, as the US, should give other governments the choice to take on a new form of goverment..
So, in some cases, basically, we can give them the choice to keep killing and destroying and hurting people.
We're content with losing, content with terrorism, content with killing babies, content with disease, content with watching the world waste away.
Im not going to be a part of that..I cant.
either way, God has been teaching me so much and speaking to me so much.
its hard to explain what hes been doing in my life.
this is very scattered..i know.
but heres something that has really been pumping me up and speaking to me lately..something powerful! read it..
SO THIS GUY COMES UP TO ME AND SAYS
WHAT'S
THE VISION ?
WHAT'S
THE BIG IDEA ?
I OPEN MY MOUTH AND THE WORDS COME OUT LIKE THIS
THE VISION ?
the vision is jesus
OBSEESSIVELY
dangerously undeniably
jesus
THE VISION IS AN
ARMY
OF YOUNG PEOPLE.
you see bones ?
I SEE AN ARMY
AND THEY ARE FREE FROM MATERIALISM
THEY LAUGH AT 9-5 LITTLE PRISONS
THE COULD EAT CAVIAR ON MONDAY AND CRUST ON TUESDAY
THEY WOULDN'T EVEN NOTICE
THEY KNOW THE MEANING OF THE MATRIX
THE WAY THE WEST WAS WON.
THEY ARE MOBILE LIKE THE WIND.
THE BELONG TO THE NATIONS.
THEY NEED NO PASSPORT.
PEOPLE WRITE THEIR ADDRESSES IN PENCIL
AND WONDER AT THEIR STRANGE EXISTENCE.
THEY ARE FREE
YET THEY ARE SLAVES
OF THE HURTING AND DIRTY AND DYING.
WHAT IS THE VISION
THE VISION IS HOLINESS THAT HURTS THE EYES.
IT MAKES CHILDREN LAUGH AND ADULTS ANGRY.
IT GAVE UP THE GAME OF MINIMUM INTERGRITY
LONG AGO TO REACH FOR THE STARS.
IT SCORNS THE GOOD AND STRAINS FOR THE BEST
IT IS DANGEROUSLY PURE.
LIGHT FLICKERS
FROM EVERY SECRET MOTIVE.
EVERY PRIVATE CONVERSATION.
IT LOVES PEOPLE
AWAY FROM THEIR SUICIDE LEAPS,
THEIR SATAN GAMES.
THIS IS AN ARMY
THAT WOULD LAY DOWN ITS
LIFE FOR THE CAUSE.
A MILLION TIMES A DAY
ITS SOLDIERS CHOOSE TO LOSE
THAT THEY MIGHT ONE DAY WIN THE GREAT
"WELL DONE" OF FAITHFUL SONS AND DAUGHTERS.
Such heroes are as radical
on Monday morning as Sunday night.
THEY DON'T NEED FAME FROM NAMES.
INSTEAD THEY GRIN QUIETLY UPWARDS
AND HEAR THE CROWDS CHANTING AGAIN AND AGAIN:"COME ON!"
AND THIS IS THE SOUND OF THE
UNDERGROUND
THE WHISPER OF HISTORY IN THE MAKING
FOUNDATIONS SHAKING
REVOLUTIONARIES DREAMING ONCE AGAIN
MYSTERY IS SCHEMING IN WHISPERS.
CONSPIRACY IS BREATHING . . .
THIS IS
THE SOUND OF THE
UNDERGROUND
AND THE ARMY IS DISCIPL(IN)ED-
YOUNG PEOPLE WHO BEAT THEIR BODIES INTO SUBMISSION.
EVERY SOLDIER WOULD TAKE A BULLET FOR HIS COMRADE AT ARMS.
THE TATTOO ON THEIR BACK BOASTS
"FOR ME TO LIVE IS CHRIST AND TO DIE IS GAIN."
Sacrifice fuels the fire
of victory in their upward eyes.
Winners.
Martyrs.
Who can stop them?
Can hormones hold them back?
Can failure succeed?
Can fear scare them or death kill them?
And the generation prays
like a dying man
with groans beyond talking
with warrior cries
sulphuric tears and
great barrow loads of laughter
Waiting. Watching.
24-7-365.
WHATEVER IS TAKES THEY WILL GIVE:
BREAKING THE RULES.
SHAKING MEDIOCRITY FROM ITS COZY
LITTE HIDE.
LAYING DOWN THEIR RIGHTS AND THEIR
PRECIOUS LITTLE WRONGS,
LAUGHING AT LABELS,
FASTING ESSENTIALS.
THE ADVERTISERS CANNOT MOLD THEM.
HOLLYWOOD CANNOT HOLD THEM.
PEER-PRESSURE IS POWERLESS
TO SHAKE THEIR RESOLVE
AT LATE-NIGHT PARTIES
BEFORE THE COCKEREL CRIES.
THEY ARE
incredibly cool,
dangerously attractive (on the inside).
On the outside ? They hardly care !
They wear clothes like costumes:
to communicate and celebrate
but never to hide.
WOULD THEY SURRENDER THEIR IMAGE OR THEIR POPULARITY?
THEY WOULD LAY DOWN THEIR VERY LIVES.
SWAP SEATS WITH THE MAN ON DEATH ROW, GUILTY AS HELL:
A THRONE FOR AN ELECTRIC CHAIR.
With blood and sweat and many tears,
with sleepless nights and fruitless days,
they pray as if it all depends on God
and lives as if it all depends on them.
Their DNA chooses Jesus
(He breathes out, they breathe in).
Their subconscious sings.
They had a blood transfusion with Jesus.
Their words make demons scream
in shopping malls.
Don't you hear them coming ?
HERALD the WEIRDOS !
Summon THE Losers and FREAKS.
HERE come the frightened &FORGOTTEN
With FIRE in their EYES
THEY WALK TALL and Trees APPLAUD,
Skyscrapers bow mountains are dwarfed
by the children of another dimension.
THEIR PRAYERS SUMMON THE HOUND OF HEAVEN
AND INVOKE THE ANCIENT DREAM OF EDEN.
AND THIS VISION WILL BE.
IT WILL COME TO PASS;
IT WILL COME EASILY;
IT WILL COME SOON.
How do I know ?
Because this is the longing of creation itself,
the groaning of the Spirit,
the very dream of God.
My tommorrow is His today
My distant hope is His 3-D.
And my feeble,
whispered,
faithless prayer
invokes a thunderous,
resounding,
bone-shaking
great "Amen!"
from countless angels,
from heroes of the faith,
from Christ Himself.
And He is the original dreamer,
the ultimate winner.
Guaranteed.
-Pete Greig
Im going to Desperation tomorrow.
(: