You are a child of hell, and everything that you do from sunrise to set? You might as well have been borne & bred by the devil. The principles that you hold are all filthy, frayed clothes being offered up in false hope. You're a perverter of love, a lover of perverse things. Your tongue is black like soot from cursing & you'd do well to cut it open to behold all the pain it's inflicted. Shut your mouth, you damned sinner, & listen. The earth groans because you exist The heavens cry out for justice & you can’t resist. Will you hear this warning? Will you heed this proclamation? Will you begin to hate your sin? You are a child of hell, damned sinner You are a child of hell, damned sinner & your foot will slip in due time. The very stench of Satan flows from your rotten & sinful heart. How can you salvage any part? Even your good deeds are tainted by selfish & petty thoughts How can you salvage any part? You have declared war on the Almighty & you could never hope to win. Forget what you've been told: Your deepest desires are moved by sin. God is not pleased with you. Now do you seek to make penance? You’ll find no hope in man’s help 'cause by the weight of your own sins You'll fall quickly into hell Will you kneel at the cross of salvation? Or forever be cast out? Leave your guilt at the foot of the Savior & let your debt be cancelled out Damned sinner, hear clearly: Run away. Escape the coming wrath.

The black clouds of judgment Hang like a dreadful storm & they near to bring about doom. Now that I have your attention: At what cost will you live The way you desire to live? I know you don't believe in sin, but think of that act you're ashamed of. Yeah, that thing. Are you prepared to answer for it? To face the King of all truth & justice? Can you stand? Can you say with confidence You could stand? This is the call to leave while there's still breath in your lungs. This is the call to repentance. Leave. Leave while there's still an exit. Repent on this side of the chasm. Hypocrite. You devote yourself hopelessly to things like food. Trying to kill death with good health or saving the earth, but still you know you feel alone and for good reason, I suppose (your morality is a plague-sore) Eternity is no comedy & laughing about it will bring no remedy You are lost & you need to understand this: Your best intentions are but a spider web trying to stop a falling rock.

Are you ready to die tonight? Cause you'll be dead a long time But only for a moment you'll be alive & I swear, I swear if you're right We will all be fine But say for the sake of saying That, per chance, we are right Say there is a God & your sins arrived at His throne & turned His face? What then? What then? Answer me, what then? Will you choose another argument? Since you have no greater offering? Will you move away from theology & talk about the origin of all things & life? Save it. Just save it. Do you feel that? Do you feel that? That's the feeling of shame. Covered up by a false sense Of "I know best." Sad existence. If you are self sufficient then reach perfection. Define it for the sake of this conversation But you can't. Atheism: the opiate of the masses To say there's nothing after this To say no crimes will ever be punished. Your arguments make up a house cards. You want justice? Well... Why not shoot up a school? Why not murder your family, too? Why not? Because it's not good? Says who? Because it's not truly fair? Says who? Because it's not out of love? Says who? Because you have no right to? Says who? Says what authority? You? Who are you? By your own reasoning, just another ape. I struggle criticizing in others What I do often find in myself I grind my teeth, I thrash & I weep To be free of my horrible sin But if God can show mercy to someone like me then surely you too can live. Stop worshipping yourselves.

What hope is there for a world that hates God & indeed hates itself? It must come from outside. Death is certain. & if you still have hope for mankind That we could somehow achieve or reach peace without Christ then just think on this: By the end of this song... How many women will end up raped? & children killed where they are most safe? Or, excuse me, where they're supposed To be most safe? World peace. One love. Ending hunger under the same tongue. As we kill each other for drugs, oil, & a false pedophile prophet. Our thirst for blood makes us covet & it makes us come undone. Our world is burning & we are all just playing the fiddle. Our world is burning & we are content just having sex. Every brittle bone of our wretched corpse holds naught but contempt for The Lord of Hosts. Choose God? Hah! We would sooner topple Him from the throne than chose Him, if ever possible. All across the world, we join hands & walk over the pit on a rotten bridge. Look what one sin has done. Cut off from God. Cut off from grace. Our sin has killed us, hope erased.

I'd like to pray but I can't Maybe when I see the Son again The sky is black by the throws of your bows & they’re all aimed at my vitals. I'd like to pray but I can't Maybe when I see the Son again, maybe then. When will Your love come back to me? Though I wish that You were not with me. I dread my past & where it has placed me I look in the mirror & all I feel is hatred What did I do to make You hate me so violently? My free will would choose to hang You again For all the pain & hardship I’ve endured at Your hands What am I saying? I’m an ingrate. blasphemous, & pathetic. So pathetic. God, leave me I am so Weak & pathetic. Unworthy of Your presence. My past speaks, & it speaks truth that I’m far too depraved too bad even to seem good That I don’t have a future & much less stand before You. "Count it all joy Let it build you up.” But not this, how can it? I’ll end my life and You can't stop it. O' self you died Trying to comfort in someone else My despair is oceans deep, You were supposed to wash me clean What happened? “You’re always preaching to yourself some kind of gospel. It will be true gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ that will encourage & comfort your heart, or it will be some anti-gospel, a gospel of povery & aloneness & weakness & doom.” -Tripp My heart is faint My eyes filled with sorrow I take pills to sleep & I hold contempt for the morrow My heart is faint My eyes drip with sorrow I drink myself to sleep & I hold contempt for the morrow. What happened? How did I end up like this? I know you see me & Your eyes are flaming, & You’re not blinking. Oh God, You know the truth, I can barely stand to even look at you but I have no one else to throw myself into. Is this the punishment I reap for fornicating at fifteen? or is this what I get as payback for being a selfish & prideful scumbag? I feel so damn accused, & I can't shake it. Your wrath burns hot, & I lay empty. I have scrubbed hard, my hands are bleeding, all just to grind my stains in deeply. Do You hold my sins against me? “See, here’s what religion will tell you: ‘clean it up, scrub it out’ How many of you tried that? Scrub really hard, to make sure that you grind the stain in deep. All you were trying to do was clean yourself up & all you did was make the stain bigger.” -Driscoll

Revelation 12:10 says that Satan is the accuser of the children of God That he accuses them day & night. Satan is keenly aware of every stain that travels with you. & it says that he accuses day & night which means… In the morning, you’re devastated by it & when you go to bed, it’s the last thing on your mind. You are haunted by what you’ve done. “You are a failure. You are a fornicator. You are a pervert. You are an addict. You are an adulterer. You are an aborter. You are a thief. You are a murderer. You are unloved. You are unworthy. You are unchanged. You should stop trying. You should kill yourself.” You look down & you realize… That’s true, I’m filthy. I have tried to scrub it out. & all I’ve done is grind it in & make it bigger. I have not walked through this world unstained. & what Jesus says is: “I will trade you. You give me your soiled, filthy, stench-ridden rags, & I’ll wear them. & I’ll give you my sinlessness, my holiness, my righteousness, & you can wear that. I will gladly trade you, your life for Mine.” Know this, you’re the beloved. Mark Driscoll.

I will rest on this truth, my God That despair is a breath But Your Word stands forever & pain is just a part of life, may it have its full effect on me. I like to think I am stronger & I like to think I know better But I don't I don't know how to be grateful I don't know how to praise You, God Or how to restrain my thoughts From the sinful throws Of this wicked life But hear this plea, if it brings You glory & great benefit to me Then thank you very much I'll have another. Test me, the very depths of me For my heart prides itself In being Your enemy Be ever patient with me, God Unlike I have been with You The words of my lips The filth my mind thinks You were put to death for it. My sins are darker than night Yeah, I know I deserve to die. But you won't punish me For my sins you placed on Him. If it all goes to hell You still sit on Your throne, this is true & I know it. I have joy because You rose again On that great third day I have joy because I can trust Your wounds No matter what you take or give No matter what nightmare you inflict I will trust that You care for me & that it's all done as love through discipline. If I don't bear the ugly scars Of your stern but loving rods Then how can I say I am Yours? It's all love through discipline But you won't punish me For my sins you placed on Him.

From your addiction, to your divorce. From your worldview, to empty discourse From your abortion, to your lust despite all your actions, there is hope from above. Mercy! Mercy! I call continuously on both our behalves Mercy! Mercy! & I pray you would cherish it, I call down now Mercy! Mercy! God first loved me that way, dying for me in that helpless state, forgive me if I show any other. I’ll hope against your hopelessness. I’ll pray when you spit in my face Pray when you curse at me Not because I'm any better but because God first loved me that way, God first loved me that way, dying for me in my helpless state. This is an invitation to be fathered loved & saved from the slaughter. To be a son or a daughter. This is the call to repent of all that you’ve done. This is the call to rethink the way you see all things. The way you see yourselves & each other The way life after death is now viewed. To have your mind closed on the truth. There is grace. There is life. What will you do with all your guilt & all your shame when it’s terribly late? You’re asking for reasons, but you’re proudly blind.

Why should your end be marked by terror? Lost & confused, alone? You can’t see the love you’ve been daily shown the grace in your life, though you fall so short. Behold, sin is crouching at your door it is the ruin & misery of your soul. (The rich dies as the poor) They said "peace & safety" (The wise dies as the fool) but death came quickly (Sin must be answered for) You won't budge to reason so I'll entertain idle talk for a second. Question: why would a man-made God be so holy & so impossible to please? What do we stand to gain from a story so terrifying? What do we reap from a story where no act of man contrived can leave true justice satisfied? Where our deeds make the worst dictator look no different than you & me? Wash your guilty heart in the fount of divine grace. Lay your weary head to rest Let your sins be cast as far as the east is from the west Let the perfect Christ take your place. You hang over a fiery & terrible pit by a thin & tearing string (you stand to fall) All your health & personal care & best schemes will do you no well (you stand to fall) they will benefit you nothing. You can kill us by spear & torch but martyr blood is the seed of the Church so with all the saving love of our King we will sing: Why should you suffer outside? Repent & believe. Enter in. Why should you suffer outside? Why do you fight the King of Kings? For the detrimental enjoyment of these sinful & foolish things That will consume you? Why should you suffer outside? Repent & believe. Enter in.

Yahweh, save us! We want to see You move. In the hearts of the destitute & hopeless. Move! In the minds of the clinically insane, yes. Move! In the lives of my friends & family, come on now move! & on my haggard backside I pray You cleanse me & move! Persevere through my weakness. My goal in life is to not look left or right but look straight & above to the One who chose me in love & perfects me by His blood. So please don’t look too long my way I’m a sinner, always in need of grace trying to keep dying to my selfish ways. Child of wrath, dead in transgressions & sins crucified & buried with Him. By grace, I have been saved it was a work of God. Dead to sin, alive in Him. My sins you knew far too well with all I've done & everything I would do. With foreknowledge of my sins past, present, & future you still gave up your life. Truly, I don't know what it is to love those who love their sin as graciously & as tender as You have loved me. & if you're listening Yea, you sinner, keep listening If you get nothing else from me I hope that you'll finally get this: God is willing this day to forgive God sent His Son that you would live. There is hope for your life there's redemption for you in Christ. So say it, so just say it confess it. Let Him enter & let Him change you. Yahweh. Move! In the hearts of everyone who lives in heavy shame, move! In the minds of those who swear You don't exist, move! In the lives of every person hearing this, come on now, move! & on my sinful, sad life, forgive me & move.

Sin is surmounting How do you expect to be set free? Is there reason to what you believe? Have you examined your creed Or do you trust your life to error? Is there reason for love or for grief? Or do you behold the stars at night Hoping there's nothing left after death? Sin is surmounting How do you expect to be set free? Grace as an ocean, The door now swings wide open. Walk right in. Is there reason to what you believe? Have you examined your creed Or do you trust your life to error? Is there reason for love or for grief? Or do you behold the stars at night Hoping there's nothing left after death? O' now consider it, Would death come & find you empty of love or salvation? 'cause when all is said & done you'll never be good at all. Christ alone, & no one else can save you. No one else can bring the dead to life Can be the sacrifice for all your sins & mine. "I trust that will be so personal, so precious to you. I trust that there are times when the tears flow from your eyes & your heart is about to melt, as you contemplate & consider the great calvary love of Christ as He laid down His life for His sheep. May God press this to your heart & bring great blessing, as it is the truth that truly will set you free." -Lawson

"My question to you, if someone were to say 'who are you?' The first word that popped into your mind and out your mouth would it be 'I am a slave'?" -Paul Washer These are the chains I bear and not because I chose them I'd be damned if left up to me yea, I'd be hopeless Bound for hell, filth & sin was my process a son of wrath & unbelief Lustful, & I loved it Profane, & I loved it A bastard, & I loved it But who could resist Your will? I've known from before yet I attempt to still With no obligations You forgave all my sins You killed Your Son that I would live, & live life abundantly Now you will not mess with my cause & you will not mess with my church yea, you will not mess with my family you will not make light of wicked deeds & much less of my King My call to forgive is not a call to give in Intolerant, bound by truth but the fact we disagree doesn't mean that I hate you. Your soul matters to God & so it matters to me You say I'm brainwashed & I say "I wish" Call me a slave, I'll wear these chains proudly.