They sat that character in the truest definition is who you are when no one sees If you were faced by Christ could you explain your actions? Or would you be dri...

In the jungles of Asia Under African skies In the mountains of China assemble the wise Crossing frontiers and borders, all around the world Watch in joyous amaz...

Who am I To speak with such authority of matters far more splendid than the mortal eye can seev I am just a man but through an infinitely higher grace I'm calle...

Winter has come The leaves have all departed Only the bones of trees remain A girl on a swing, alone and broken hearted dangles between frozen chains Her life ...

In each and every life, there is a prison cell A penitentiary of sorrow and shame We languish away in this jailhouse mentality Doing our time in these cages of ...

So you think you're wise to the ways of the world Watching the madness with a cynical eye Speaking your judgement with a trembling chin And quietly closing the ...

Here I lay with nothing but broken heart I gaze across this wasteland that I've made Locked in this prison, this fortress of my own design I'd leave in an insta...

Hear my cry oh God attend to my prayer from the ends of the Earth I cry unto You When my heart is overwhelmed lead me to the Rock that is higher than I, that is...

Here it is another Monday morning My life is nothing but empty wall Used to be it was covered with idols Now there is nothing there at all My friends think I'm ...

It seems I've been running forever I just can't go on another day The words I once trusted are useless The strength in my body fades away My fear clings like he...

I'm waiting, for a shiny new life when I leave the old I'm tired, and it's hard to go on when the world goes cold I hunger, for a different place He prepares fo...

Nothing lasts forever Entropy lurks like a wolf in the pasture We cover his tracks with a coating of white wash But a new day reveals the imminence of our demis...

I So it's Come To This Beneath the face of an August moon Encircled by a gang of angry clouds Down the corridor of a silver beam motes of dust wander aimlessly ...

There's a clamour in my heart for something greater Then the way I have embraced for all these years There are questions that my reason cannot answer And I hear...

What kind of war are we fighting What kind of fools are we thought When will the fighting be over What is the reason we fought Why have we forsaken our brothers...