In the Taking of Flesh
My thoughts are distant, my mind is clouded Over and over again I find myself seeking, searching I'm left still wanting, cerebral crawling in the landscape of ideas Wrapped so tight, in the cold embrace of pride The only thing, holding me from the grace at His side En-hakkore; The spring of him who called My life empowered by The Father of us all En-hakkore; My broken, feeble plea The water rushing forth consoles my deepest needs Now from my heart flows a living river, so gifted me by the tongues of fire I feel the gift so freely placed, now flowing through my veins Desperately I search for the answers, to the riddles I have so long pondered All high and lofty things, are brought low, before The Lord Yet still I have an uncontrollable thirst, to see the source and know the face of The One who came first This thought now grips my heart no matter how hard I try The thought of Transcendence meeting me eye to eye I will seek You, I will find You, I will seek You, I will know You Not one thing could take the place, nothing could share this yoke
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025
What profit is it for a man, to gain the world and lose his soul? Hear me now, I speak the words of truth, The love of self leads to a weakened structure All the words set forth upon this page Profit the soul much greater than all earthly gain It's so much more than just catechization, The vexation of my own predilections The sacred texts have been and always will be, That we may be equipped for every work On and on we cycle words in contest Striving to dredge the truth from our iniquity All the worth of my insipid pandering Falls prostrate before the throne of majesty It's so much more than just catechization, The vexation of my own predilections The sacred texts have been and always will be, That we may be equipped for every work The search goes on and on, to fill their itching ears They've walked away from wisdom, and clung themselves to myth Of all the ways we've faltered, the greatest may be this To wander far from teaching to please my rotten flesh Is folly lower reaching than climbing into the pit Treacherous,reckless, ungrateful and heartless Wearing His name and still denying His power Treacherous,reckless, ungrateful and heartless Grasping at knowledge and still lacking the truth
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
Possessed by God Himself from before and beyond Sharing the task of this masterful craft As His hand reached for the deep, stretching the canvas tight Spoke matter into substance, outside of time and space Assigned the sea it's limit, and set the sun in place His lungs then passed to our form, the breath of His own life The spark of life Seen in glimpses, an apparition of pure benevolence A sight to behold, The Angel spoke of old in Divine Essence To think a man once beheld the Truth incarnate To think once more that this man lived to tell The power of the universe, then wrapped so small Immanuel,inherent man of quintessence The life of love, sent to speak the words of He who sent Choosing at every turn submission to His will Humility is all I see, rightful king and conqueror sitting in a place so low Endowed with all power and wisdom Still obeying right into the prying hands of Death Speaking truth to all who had ears to hear Touching the hearts of those who harbored naught but fear Rejecting crowns and thrones that He had been shown In favor of the time He'd come for His own
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
The Lamb, pure and Holy, the only One found worthy The cup would not be passed, no this cup would not be passed The agony of the prayer, and the sorrow of His heart To know the weight of sin that would soon rest only on Him How bittersweet the tears of blood, how costly was that flow? The sanguine stain upon His brow, how desperate was that plea? The sting of betrayal in the kiss of a newly made stranger The abandonment of a friend, for nothing more than greed There was found no fault in Him, perfectly blameless yet Given to death, not just for Barabbas, but for the whole of man And it was my sin, that held Him to that cursed piece of a tree Yet in His power he submitted, giving strength to those who whipped Giving breath to those who mocked "Eloi, Eloi! Lema sabachthani?" He was forsaken for the sake us us all And in this forsaking, was found His victory His final breath heard both in Heaven and in Hell Against the gates of which He has prevailed The veil was torn, the temple destroyed And in the tomb rebuilt again He holds the keys The One found worthy It is finished
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
The hunger I have And the thirst I possess Are naught if I bathe in this filth That feels like home Actions of my hands Passions of the heart All fade and rot if I'm left here alone All things dead in me are cast aside And at the core I'm made new But this wretched, restless form will fight me every single step of the way The advocate sent for my aid Renews, revives and transforms with mercies new Day by day I'm sanctified in submission to his way I'm washed in the blood That much is always true But the choices I make Ant the actions I take Serve to broaden of obstruct my view By the spirit we have the power to resist Just as he has the power to forgive Oh, lord, cleanse me, cleanse me The advocate sent for my aid Renews, revives and transforms with mercies new Day by day I'm sanctified in submission to his way
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
There is an ache that cannot be eased In this temporary home to which I have been leashed It drives deep to the core, rattling the oldest of bones It's fanning the faintest of flames And moving the greatest of stones This primal cry, inscribed into my inner being Is echoed in the foundations of this groaning word formed earth This want can I so faintly know In satisfaction of the seeing The promises fulfilled by Him By Him Who has all worth The One who comes brings with Him judgement The One who comes brings with Him wrath Now I ask you this my brothers Who could stand before that? The One who comes brings with Him justice The One who comes brings with Him mercy How undeserved is His forgiveness And to my ears is sounds so sweet This,the fulfillment of Your wishes The grand unfolding of Your plan We see as through a glass lit dimly Until He comes to take her hand The Spirit and the bride say "Come!" With all who hear and yet still thirst The Spirit and the bride say "Come!" Yet these things must take place first
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
Behold this One of power, Behold the One upon the throne Set before Him, on a sea of crystal glass The Seraphim declare His worth Not one thing holds them there But the great mystery, the Maker of heaven and earth Set your eyes towards the epitome of Glory Who holds the keys of Life and Death Lend your ears to His thunderous voice You'll find it hard to keep your breath Enraptured by the sensation Divine The Jasper King, magnificent before my eyes Holy is The Lord, God Almighty Who was, and is, and is to come There is but One found worthy Weep no more, and dry your tears To Him upon the throne Be glory and power forever
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
Could you believe you've gone too far? Has His great reach stretched to its end? "Oh son of man, can these bones live In shambles though they stand?" "The only answer I can propose Is that Thou knowest, Lord" Out from the graves, from the mouth of Death itself Raised into mercy, delivered from all chains Not one thing stands outside His grasp Not one of you would be denied If only you would turn to hear The kindness of His call Let no thought enslave you Let no man dissuade you Let no chain still bind you Let no fog still blind you
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.