Acquired In Heaven (feat. Josh White)

Acquired In Heaven (feat. Josh White)

On that day we will sing of the Name more excellent than angels
A purified bride
Refined heart, speech and mind
Where unity and fellowship is perfected in the church
Where divine love rests in the hearts of the inhabitants of the new earth
And receive a crown
only to cast it down
At the feet of the resurrected Jesus
In a perfect ceaseless
form of worship. Singing
To the liberating King who came not to conquer kingdoms
But conquer hearts and restore
Men back to what they were intended for
And escape from this life marked by anguish
A great fountain of love that flows from heaven’s gates awaits us
You can take this world it’s joys, and it’s fleeting pleasures
But give us Jesus, our future hope and our greatest treasure
The fulfillment of our expectation
With nothing to separate us
Nothing to hinder the saints
From the greatest expression of adoration
Finally fit with language to describe
With the right words to express
The richness of eternal possession
The blessing of inheritance
Where God will be seen through purified eyes
Purged from the sin that blinded us from viewing God as glorified
Where love will be expressed with the perfect affection
Until then, we wait with expectation
For all that we will acquire
In heaven

You did everything required to save us and bring us
Into Your presence so to know You and behold You is our hearts desire
There is nothing higher
Nothing greater to acquire
Holy, Holy, Holy
Is the song of the choir
Your people sing Your praises gathered from all the nations
We were chosen to be holy and blameless before the earth’s foundation
And it’s only on the basis of Your glorious grace
And we will never grow tired of gazing upon Your face
And falling before Your feet worshipping at Your throne
Your appearance is like carnelian and precious gemstones
Like nothing we’ve ever seen
Your glory never fades
The lamb of God who was slain
to wash away sins stain
We were ransomed by Your blood
Your loss was our gain
And You live forevermore
Forever You will reign
The King of all Kings
Name above every Name
And everyone who trusts in You will not be put to shame

O Jesus, King most wonderful
Thou Conqueror renowned
Thou Sweetness most ineffable
In whom all joys are found!

O Jesus, Light of all below
Thou Fount of life and fire
Surpassing all the joys we know
And all we can desire–

May every heart confess Thy name
And ever Thee adore
And, seeking Thee, itself inflame
To seek Thee more and more!

-Beautiful Eulogy, Instruments of Mercy released by Humble Beast

Instruments of Mercy

The same God who measured the waters in the hollows of His holy hands
Is the same God that uses broken man to expand His fixed plan
Sovereign, infinite, eternal, personal and intimate
Independently playing the harp with the various parts of our hearts instrument
A symphony of saints saved from sin singing spiritual songs
Pausing in awe, where all praise and all applause belongs to God
Stretching and bending, pitch, pruning tightening and tuning
It’s the residue of His resin that’s the evidence of His divine choosing
Using the weather and the storm to conform us into the image of our glorious Lord
Scorn to compose a score being stitched together in melodious chord
It’s the strumming and pressing of strings that momentarily stings
But in the end it ultimately brings us to a place that causes hearts to sing

With Your hands, play Your song
Use my life I’m Your instrument
Tune my heart to sing Your song
Use my life I’m Your instrument

God I thank You for Your grace and Your mercy in the face of adversity
I never went to college, never graduated but pain is a university
When I hold up my diploma there’s no dilemma despite my lack of credits
Because Jesus paid it all, yeah that’s my story when they roll the credits
A life time of suffering is nothing compared to the glory being prepared
And we could never find a stairway to heaven or climb up a ladder to get there
It’s only by the merits of Christ that sinners inherit eternal life
So I pray we grow in dependency, strip away my self-reliant tendencies
Organize and order my days according to Your ordinance
I’m an instrument in Your orchestra Lord and You are my only audience
Holding Your promises close and watching as Your plan unfolds
All for Your glory and praise playing the song that You composed

-Beautiful Eulogy, Instruments of Mercy released by Humble Beast

The Size of Sin

The size of sin is as small as a grain of sand,
but separates between wide ocean and dry land
It’s bigger than bad habits;
it’s a matter of man
seeking for God’s spot
following in same pattern as Adam
Its deep rooted
we are the seed of a broken family tree
branching out limbs of disease.
Look at this mess we leave
This weight of wickedness is heavy as lead
trying to catch its descents like stopping a falling rock in a spider’s web
It’s thin silk thread begins to snap
and all that’s left is the residue that sticks between the cracks
It all ends with a slip into a bottomless pit,
grips the heart in the man’s chest till swallowing death
Sipping from the glass of God’s wrath and genuine justice
a just judge must summons for infinite punishment
That when applying we’re undeniably liable
The smallest white lie is enough to be indictable
The size of sin so big it causes a cosmic fraction
and Hell is the only relevant response to righteous reaction
This is what our sinful actions actually earned us,
but God took upon himself the weight of sin reserved for us;
a weight so significant
that only the blood of an innocent
one is acceptable and worthy
So rather than make light of it
or minimize the size of it,
we should marvel at the magnitude of mercy

-Beautiful Eulogy from Instruments of Mercy by Humble Beast
Released 2013

-Beautiful Eulogy from Instruments of Mercy by Humble Beast
Released 2013

Beautiful Eulogy – Symbols And Signs

Pump the brakes, stop sign
You saw the sign now you ace evase?
Preacher saw them dollar signs
He on that paper chase
Stuffing profits in his pockets
Oh wolf, with a sheep’s appearance
And the reason he’s making that scratch huh
Is cause those ears itch
Pimping out the Gospel
A prostitution of false doctrine
Lies whistle in the wind
But we listen
If there’s a little truth mixed in
Find a pastor that suits you
On your TV with a suit and tie
Hitch a ride in his private jet
And you’ll be lookin’ stupid fly
And selfish ambition
Is a foolish religion
The riches of God’s mercy
Is worth more than your superstition
Tell me how does a Christian begin
To develop discernment and wisdom
First we submit every symbol and sign
To the authority of the scriptures

Symbols, Symbols, Symbols

Yep, are you the kind
That’s completely consumed
By symbols and signs?
If you are that’s fine
But don’t you find it interesting
How most of the time
Your self-interpreting seems to coincide
With what’s deep inside
Your heart’s desires
Seems rather convenient, doesn’t it?
I’m not saying that God can’t do it
Not saying that God won’t do it
That might very well be the case!
I’m simply making an observation of how much weight you place on it
What seems to be at stake and how much of your faith is actually banking on it
And how much of your mysticism is mixed with your religious philosophic system
Sometimes what we believe to be true from our supernatural pursuits is actually a fluke
A series of events that’s used to distract you from the truth
But, I’ll give you a sign that’s obvious
One of the most supernatural acts is that God through his Word has actually revealed everything pertaining to life in Godliness
There’s this idea that an individual
Is somehow more spiritual
If he sees these signs and symbols
And takes what’s normally invisible
And makes it simple
But I say the mark of a mature man
Is the one who reads God’s Word and understands
And allows that to govern his decisions and his perspective plans

Symbols, Symbols, Symbols

I like it when the wind shifts
They say it’s the movement of the Spirit
Still small voice, ya’ll hear it?
Remember that time I saw that leaf fall
I was positive it was God’s call
Wait for it, listen close
Ya’ll missed it?
I saw Gideon, Sampson, Paul
Elijah saw the clouds split
And know that God did it
And does it still
Still, his presence feels like chills
Right, and if I’m honest
It doesn’t happen often
Something must be wrong
It’s boring when my life is more like the book of Ruth than Exodus
I’ve never seen the partin’
Of an ocean
Or a cloud by day or pillar by night
Just a normal everyday working of life
Where things that suck royally
Is evidence of his royalty
Scratch your temple
So deep it’s simple
Silly us, ignore the plain
We prefer a riddle
Dying to see a miracle
While holding God’s diary
Looking for signs

Symbols, Symbols, Symbols

-Beautiful Eulogy from Instruments of Mercy by Humble Beast
Featuring Braille, Odd Thomas & Propaganda
Released 2013