Meaningless

The whole of life is completely meaningless.
Going about our business,
Trying to somehow feel that we are significant,
Trying to leave our mark.
To stand and be counted,
To say 'I was here'.
But really, its all just meaningless.

Who really notices what I do anyway?
And who really cares except me?
I delude myself into thinking I can make a difference,
I can be significant.
Really all I am trying to do is shout out to the world,
To say there is purpose in my existence.
But the only purpose in that is to satisfy my own needs.
To make myself feel worth something.

Its all really just meaningless.
A chasing after the wind.
A search for significance in a place that will forget us so quickly,
When we are gone.
What is the point in living?
I don't see the need to be here!
I know people would be sad for me if I am gone,
But except to spare them that pain,
There is no other reason to stick around.

Except that God has created me,
So he must want me here.
I don't understand why!
Is he really so loving?
If He were, would He have put us here?
I am glad He made me so I can know Him,
But I don't see the point in this world.
Bring on the next.

Is the whole of life just meaningless?
I really can't make a difference to the next.
And what is the point in spiritual growth
In being put through trials and tests to strengthen our faith,
If we are going to be perfect in heaven?
Isn't it all just meaningless?
A chasing after the wind?

Who Are You Lord

I watch you from a distance
Sitting there, eyes closed,
Mouthing words, but not making a sound.
I look at you sitting there
And I ponder as I watch,
Who are you speaking to?
What are you saying?
Are you trying to picture the object of your attention?
Are you thinking about the words, or Him to whom you are praying?
Can you actually hear Him?
How do you know He is there?
Do you truly know Him?
Do you truly know Him?
Who is it you speak to?

I sit in my room quietly
Stopping for a brief moment in time
Letting my mind go quiet, my thoughts be still
And I fix my attention...but on what?
On who?
I start to speak some words
Making requests, giving praise
But who am I speaking to?
Who is my attention fixed on?
Do I truly know Him?
How can I pray to one whom I do not know?
Whom I do not feel?
Whom I can't picture or imagine?
I most certainly believe in Him,
But do I know Him?

Omniscient Father, Omnipotent Creator,
Omnipresent Spirit, King of Kings.
Father of all, my faithful Lord,
Saviour, Creator, King.
Ruler, High Priest, All Holy, All Loving,
Wonderful Counsellor, Perfectly Just Judge,
Mighty Redeemer, Precious Lord.
Perfect Peace Giver, Everlasting One,
Alpha, Omega, Beginning and End.
Trustworthy Master, Gentle Shepherd,
Banner, Protector, Light of the World.
The great 'I am', the Fire, the Whisper,
Beautiful Jesus, Word of God.
Most Worthy of All, Master and Lord.

Who are you Lord?

Who Are You God

Who are you God I hear myself ask,
What's your relationship with me?
How do I picture you? How do I pray?
What will enable me to see?

I know you are God, awesome and big,
Creator, all powerful king.
I know so much about who you are,
And that's not a little thing.

I have learned a lot through reading your word,
Meeting friends and discussing its meaning.
But whilst all that's good, its just not enough,
Its left me cold and without feeling.

I want you God, I love you God,
I want to be close to you.
I want to know you deep in my heart,
I want this faith to be true.

My deepest request, My hearts deepest yearing,
Is to know you, to see you, to feel you.
Make yourself real to me God if you're there,
Make this my experience too.

Show thyself to me Lord,
Show thyself to me,
Poor unworthy me, yes even me.
Pardon every sin, Lord,
Cleanse me from within more.
Then I from this hour will follow thee.

Can't Be Bothered

I can't be bothered
To live
To fight
I can't be bothered with feeling bad
I just can't be bothered.

I'm tired, weary, worn out and fed-up
With life
With food
I'm fed up with failing and putting on weight
I'm really fed up.

I'm upset that I am so fat
That clothes don't fit
Or look nice
I am getting fatter and fatter and I hate it
I'm upset and I hate it.

Nichole Nordeman - No Mor Chains

How did I get locked up inside?
What's this that renders me paralyzed?
I lost myself in small pieces
It happened over time

I traded love for a heavy chain
Another link every other day
I pulled it up and down a mountain
It made me want to say?

No more chains
No more chains
Big and small, watch them fall away
No more chains
Big and small, watch them fall away

I wonder now if the choice was mine
The door was open, I walked inside
Nobody had my arm twisted
Nobody made me stay

The face of freedom can show up small
A tiny crack in a prison wall
A song that rises up from silence
A voice that wants to say?

I should let you give me wings
I should let you set me free