Adonai

 Adonai

Psalm 110:1 

The LORD says to my Lord, sit at my right hand until I make your enemies your footstool

In this particular text "LORD" is meant for God the Father while "my Lord" which is literally translated from the Hebrew word Adonai. I find comfort in David's hope in a personal relationship with His Savior which had not come yet from his perspective. It's no secret that I deal with depression. I do not run from or care about stigmas or labels that people may give. What I do care about is using my sufferings and shortcomings to point to my Lord, Adonai. Many times I am my own worst enemy in my mind. Many times I realize that it's not just the world where evil exists but deep within my sinful heart. I wrote this song below as a reflection on how I feel many times when I feel isolated and disconnected from my Lord. My prayer is that you might find hope in this as well.

Adonai 

Adonai 

My heart longs for You

My soul runs dry

Adonai

Adonai

To Your name I will run

In Your name I will hide, Adonai

(Verse 1)

In this world that's torn and broken

You rise the sun and bring the rain

When I'm lost and feeling shaken

You're where I will bring my pain

I will take Your yolk upon me

For you will give me rest

Adonai 

Adonai 

My heart longs for You

My soul runs dry

Adonai

Adonai

To Your name I will run

In Your name I will hide, Adonai

(Verse 2)

On the cross you were overtaken

Then You overtook the grave

You crushed the head of darkness

the promise that you gave

I will cast all my fears & anguish

On The One who came to save

(Bridge)

Won't you fill me with Your presence 

Remind me of your grace

I need a whisper of your glory

To overcome this place 

Adonai 

Adonai 

My heart longs for You

My soul runs dry

Adonai

Adonai

To Your name I will run

In Your name I will hide, Adonai

The Artist

The Artist 

"It is finished" You said

After beatings and lynchings

After living a perfect life 

Through a world full of sinning 

As Peter thrice denied You 

Pilate said "I have written what I have written"

"King of the Jews" over Your head

Rejected by Your own children

Lots cast for your clothes

All prophecies fulfilled

Yet the people around you

Shouted "Crucify Him!"

"I thirst" You told them

Before they pierced Your side

But all they would give you

Is a sponge full of vinegar and pride

The full wrath of God

Was released upon You

You knew that this was

What You had come to do

Not a bone would be broken 

As they laid you inside

The disciples were confused

Could their King of Kings really die?

The devil thought he had won

But little did he know

That You would soon rise

Out of the tomb You would go

"Touch my side" ; "Touch my hands"

You told Thomas who doubted

The scars remained for all to see

But death's sting had been shattered

Soon after You went 

To sit upon Your throne

The Comforter was released

It was better for You to go

I await the day

Your chosen are all home

Shouting victorious praise

Every soul accounted for

We will be in awe of Your beauty

In Your glory will we bask

All because of this gruesome 

And sorrowful task

You've painted it all

With such a gracious brush

The bright, warm & dark

The Artist dove in to save the lush

Illuminated Again

Illuminated Again

My passion and zeal have completely escaped

I know you're right here but you feels miles away

Draw near to me

You are my ultimate need

Whatever I have placed before You

Make it plain for me to see

So I may turn away

Your presence is what I desire

Restore my spirit and fill me again

Whisper Your words of comfort 

So I may hear You

Breath into my lungs the power of Your glory

So I may feel you

Command my loathing to flee

So I may rise

Won't you take this marbled heart

And break it

Won't you take this weary soul

And make it

On fire and illuminated again