Tracks to Run On
Your chords of mystical memory
Gave me some tracks to run on.
Not being a sophisticated phoney,
But my mind runs down
Ribbons of polyphony
Make these songs real
The New is in the Old concealed.
So send up your prayer appeal,
Let the LORD's love Psalm be revealed.
Before Abraham was,
You know He said, "I AM."
Was railroaded through the jury,
But didn't jump from the tram.
Your whip of chords
Gave us a song to play to.
You took the beating, LORD,
That we should have gone through.
Even one rebellion
Deserved destruction,
Separation from
the One
who composed
this fugue, theme, and variations.
The mystery unfolds
Story still untold.
The Cross has been born
The war already won
Battle lines have been drawn,
Whose side will you be on?
One will take you up.
One will take you down.
Faith won't let you corrupt,
When you're dragged up the Mound.
So ask "Father, forgive them.
They know not what they do."
Blood of mercy poured out
from a Heart on the world
The source of all that's true.
"I desire Mercy
Not sacrifice."
He ain't a million monkeys.
This isn't chance advice
Even when He made you
Wasn't one bit haphazard.
He wasn't rolling dice,
Wasn't shiffling cards,
He knew of all your fractures.
He loves to take the weak,
Just to humble the strong.
Might be tongue-in-cheek,
Or Glory in irony,
Give you a run for your money
In awe of His song.
Your chords of mystical memory,
Gave me some tracks to run on.
It's not a phoney irony,
Running on ribbons of polyphony.
So make these songs real,
News in the Old concealed.
Send up your prayer appeal,
The LORD's muse be revealed.