Cry: The Second Cry

When it rains and pours,
Those are like tears of God,
For the sin we commit

As the rain falls,
To the ground,
I think of Your love,
How when Your Son died,
You turned Your head from Sin,
And I see a tear come from Your eye.
I see You crying for You child,
Who is full of sin,
And once was pure from all evil.

As night turns into day,
The sun comes up,
And I look at your glorious creation,

Birds of the air,
Whales of the sea,
Oh,
Little do they compare to thee.

Animals of the Earth,
Waterfalls of joy,
Your beauty does not compare.

The sunsets,
The sun when it rises,
Its height has no comparison,
To Your beauty.

I think how we as people,
Go against You Will.
And every time I see a tear come from Your eye,
I see You crying for You children,
Who are full of sin,
And once were pure from all evil.

On the day when the trumpet is blown,
An I am in heaven with You,
You and I see Your children in go to Hell
I almost could see a tear come from Your eye,
I see You crying for Your children,
Who are full of sin,
And once were pure from all evil.

-By: Daniel Brockhan

Cry: The First Cry

As He prayed,
To do God’s Will,
A tear of blood,
Came from His brow.

A voice heard,
A tear falls,
As Jesus Christ takes it all,
As He takes on all of our sins.
He cried for the foolish things we do.
His Father cried for He could not look,
At His Son who was once a pure Lamb,
As pure as gold,
But now as black and dark as coal,
Because He is full of every sin,
And every shame!

As Mary and her friends gather around Jesus,
A tear falls from every eye,
The pain of loosing a Man who meant more than life,
A pain of loosing a Man to die for your own sins.

You look over,
And now see,
Eleven disciples,
They all cry,
Remembering what has happened,
And how great Jesus Christ was,
Then you hear the ground,
And it starts to move,
The ground splits,
And then a temple curtain rips,
From top to bottom,
You then look,
And see the Man on the cross,
Who has died for you.

-By: Daniel Brockhan

The Second: Why Do I?

I get up and turn the alarm clock off,
There's silence and darkness before I turn on the light.
I click on the TV and see the news.
There's been another murder or someone's missing,
They seem to pretty it up,
But there's no mistaking that there's a problem.
Why do we sin,
Why do I choose to turn away from the God,
Who sent his son to die.
Why do I turn away from the only love,
And light that's really left in the world.
I don't choose God first like I should!

I go to my school and see faces. I see faces that look happy, 
But are hiding something. I see faces that are angry, 
But are hiding real pain and tears.
I see people who don’t know God and wonder.
Why they wonder they seem to have no need to seek Him out.
They consider God and Jesus, but don't really care.
Why do I, why do we not open up?
And tell people the truth.

I sometimes lay in my bed and sit,
Why silence and light fills my room,
Thinking how could a God with so much, 
Love something so insignificant as me.
I think in amazement how he sent his son to die for me.
I started singing praises or praying because of the love,
That's in my heart. I began to really feel God speaking to me,
Telling me things I must do.

And that's when the true test comes.
We might be able not to be tempted to sin,
But if God tells us to do something and we don't,
Then we have let Satan win and he has us in the palm of his hand.
But…
If we follow what He says,
That grip of Satan has on us, is broken,
And God's arms wrap around us,
And protect us from Satan's wrath and evil plans.

Who has a hold on you?


-By: Daniel Brockhan

The First: Why Do I?

Why do I stray?
Why do I go away,
Where does my love for You go,
In times of grief,
Even in times of happiness?
How can you love someone,
Who goes away?
How do I stray,
Your love is so wonderful?
How can I not stay wrapped,
In Your wonderful arms of love?

Why are You so graceful,
And caring to someone like me?
I thank You for being who You are,
A graceful,
A caring,
And a loving God.
I thank you for sending Your Son,
That I may have salvation and be saved,
So I may be in Your Kingdom,
One of these days ahead of me.


-By: Daniel Brockhan