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Barføtt på markens grønne, fyldige enger
Drikke klart, rent vann
Sitte i Guds fang og stille
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Tears of Refreshment

God’s hand touched my cheeks
Inner healing for my soul
Is tears running down
Cleansing and watering the dry ground

The Lord is bringing a season of refreshment
Watering the desert
Bringing hope to the hopeless
Ligth

You, my Father
Cries with the crying
And rejoices with the happy

Stretching

I want to stretch
Towards the banner
Of the unfailing love

The love that does not disappoint,
But is faithfull till the last day of my life
When the veil will be torn
And I can see my King face to face
Heart to heart

Save me
Cleanse me from my own ways
Lead me
Form me

My heart is dipped in the greatness of your grace
How can I find rest without living for you
With you?

Let me ride on the wings of righteousness
In your majesty be victoriously
Seeking your kingdom’s treasures
Glorifying your name

Jeg vil gi deg en hånd
Stå ved din side
Jeg vil sende deg en tanke
Vise at jeg bryr meg
Jeg vil si at jeg går i forbønn
Tale din sak for Gud

Han er trofast
Han er klippen
Han er den fullkomne kjærlighet

Han har deg i tankene
Dag og natt
Når ditt hjerte banker
Banker Hans

Stanser ditt hjerte
Gråter Hans

Barn, søk Herren
Han er din Far
I hans hjerte er det rom for
Deg

Løfte blikk

Å bøye knær
Løfte blikket fra mine tær
Se lenger frem enn som så
Strekke seg etter; nå

Handler om å ydmyke
La sin egen styrke ryke
Gi opp alt
Fordi jeg er kalt

Skapt for å leve nært, intimt
Være sammen limt
Ikke lenger meg
Men deg

Din herlighet bestå
Elske deg
Jeg må

Masquerade

I could've stopped
But continued walking
I wanted to weep
Instead I smiled
Cried out for rest
Dancing until an uncertain death

I can see eyes
in the polished mirror
Gazing from my self
A battle won to be revealed as
a loss

Underneath the surface;
Trapped and buried alive
Distance has captured my soul,
Isolated from being hurt

I could've loved
But didn't dare
I wanted to embrace
Instead I chose rejection
The Masquerade won
Eternal laurel wreath
forever lost

Chains

Behind bars and locked doors
Chains making me heavy
As heavy as the heaviness can be
The head humming inside
No sound to trace from outside

I am sitting in a corner with sight to the window
The light is near, yet so far
A life away

The only thing I see is a dead chrysalides
A thorn pierces it
Being high up under the roof

I am waiting for the sentence of the judge:
guilty

I give up, leaning back towards the wall
Closing my eyes to the darkness in myself
Where can I find perseverance
A place of the oasis?

A flying, gossamer creature touches
my cheek
I open my eyes

A broken chrysalides, life from a deceptive mask
The thorn has grown, a bud starting to become
A rose painted with the colour of blood
Love given, demanding nothing in return

I surrender

Nothing to lose
Everything to gain