I Will

I will walk in the land of the living
Where dry bones walk again
And dead men shout victory

I will cry out the name of a Savior
As I run through the streets
In total abandon and freedom

I will ride the subways with smelly, old hobos
Who will dance in the light
Of something much bigger than themselves

I will sing Hallelujah in the middle of wars
Because the end of Victory is literally
A stone's throw away in time

I will paint beyond emotion and stirring
And instead, stroke the canvas with
Natural,vibrant, crazy love for Someone outside myself

I will no longer desire adventure
Because my heart will have been
Satisfied

I will fully understand the weight
Of what the God-Man did for me


One joining of wood blocks.
A couple of nails.
A body ready to be slaughtered.

All resulted in the perfect display of the
"I Will"

Hands clenched. Body tight.
Moans heard. Loss felt.

Victory wasn't around.

But, I know different.
The difference was 3 days.

3 days for the God-man to
Wake up from his slumber
And claim victory
Over the Enemy's dance

3 days to carry out
The Greatest Adventure
And triumph
Over the Enemy's dreams

3 days for the Underground
To be revived in not just
The blood of a Lamb but
The resurrection of a Savior

Oh, boy
Look what's coming now

A great celebration
In the Heavens
The epitome of light shows
That embrace the very voice
Of the painting of "A Starry Night"

A great victory
In this world
That will last shake the Rockys and the Maximus'cores
For eternity

I will wait for this day
When freedom won't be a cause
But an effect for all who
Trusted and fought in the
Name of the Lamb

I Will