A Young Man’s Soul


A Young Man’s Soul

When unseen forces press upon a young man’s soul to find his place
In something so much grander than his daily wants and woes,
What foolish quests and sophistries will the world place in his way,
And how can we direct him to a far more worthy goal?

With stories and examples that inflame his spirit’s noblest fires
Of faithfulness and prudence, vitality and craft,
Courage and discernment, love that wades through mire,
Of fortitude in service with purity of heart

To the One who loves us more than we can ever know
Who invites our souls to soar above the vile flow
Of sewage that this world pretends is culture, virtue, truth;
But really serves the foulest ends and drains away their youth.

He heals our deepest scars of shame and cleanses us of sin
Burns off our dross, shares in our pain, and asks to be let in
That we may tread the narrow way and scale the holy hill;
To bask in bright refreshing day and find our rest until

We’re called to fight beside Him and destroy the Devil’s hordes
Renew what does delight Him and find our great reward,
That all might see true justice done, infused with mercy grand;
The cruellest tyrants are cast down, the humble asked to stand

And look upon the One who gave himself for one and all
Hung upon a brutal cross and given bitter gall
That we might know the joy that He gave up for our own sake
And share in the great glory that was His alone to take.

He knows us, yet still fills these jars of clay with treasure lavishly
And has prepared above the stars a place in His great family.
Where all our virtues are perfected, our flaws are washed away,
All is seen with new perspective, and we are here to stay.

When truth is viewed as treachery

When truth is viewed as treachery,
Integrity as vice,
And beauty as debauchery,
That’s when a nation dies.

When mercy is a hateful thing,
And power is all they crave,
The paradise they hope to bring
Is but an open grave.

And so we strive in our small works
To furnish, among other perks,
Young minds with beauty, wit and charm,
The faithful in this way to arm

Against the waves of hellish thoughts
Proclaimed in foul corrupted courts
That seek to undermine all hope
And glamourize the hangman’s rope.

So strengthened, they will dare to stand
And build great things upon the land,
Inspire others to the cause
That’s guided by such higher laws.

Thus day by day and heart by heart
We all must play our little part
In the greatest of all symphonies,
Most glorious of mysteries,

Whose notes are holy purity,
Resounding to eternity;
Uplift, inspire, make whole and strong,
And join in the Creator’s song.

Holiness

Terrifying purity, unmasking my depravity,

I thought I knew what goodness was until I saw Your face.

Devastating clarity, with full and perfect unity,

Shatters all my selfish pride and now I know my place.

 

I fall far short of what is right, so I cower in the light,

Knowing that You must destroy the vileness that is me.

My sin pollutes your holy space, my violence mars this peaceful place,

My very presence ruins all that shines so perfectly.

 

My greatest works are filthy rags, my highest thoughts are garbage bags,

And now I understand the awful price that must be paid.

I fall onto my knees, as shame exerts its squeeze,

And tremble in pure terror as I wait to be unmade.

 

“Fear not” I hear You say, “You’re not the one to pay.

The price to buy your freedom was long since paid in full.”

You offer me a hand and help me as I stand,

Transforming my revolting rags into the whitest wool.

 

Now I’ve seen your love, this blessing from above,

I cannot but declare your glory everywhere I can.

My motives have transformed, my heart has grown and warmed,

At last I’m on the path towards becoming a wise man.