Song Lyrics

PASSION · INVISIBLE LOVER · EVE'S REDEMPTION · AMBASSADOR OF PEACE

NSONYIWA · HAVE NO FEAR · VOICES · WE SURRENDER

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PASSION

Intro/Outro:

Total surrender to gain all. Passion advances knowing He may fall. With no boundaries, no guarantees, passion risks all. Passion suffers, needs you to reciprocate. And while He waits, pain escalates as rejection perpetuates. Yet passion pursues. Passion pursues relentlessly for what He requires. Driven by love and desire, passion is an unquenchable fire.

 

Chorus:

He gives (passion risks all) / He advances (knowing He may fall) / He waits (needs you to reciprocate / He suffers (pain escalates) / passion hopes (He’s waiting for your heart) / passion copes (He’s being torn apart) / He pursues (it’s you He desires) / He’s relentless (unquenchable fire).

 

Verse:

If only you know. I’m waiting at your side with my heart open wide. If only you knew. I have so much to share, but I wonder if you care. If only you knew. I’m waiting, waiting. What are you debating? What fears are separating, like we’re not communicating. If only you knew. Your silence is a violence on my soul, penetrating a deeper hole.

 

Verse:

And I know you don’t know. I hold you not accountable. You don’t realize my desperate cries for you. You’ve committed verbally. I know your sincerity. But your silence exposes my frailty, imposes on the sensitivity of my intensity for you, that I need you. I need you.

 

Verse:

If only you knew what I’ve gone through to open this door for you. Obedient sacrifices substantiated by action. Situations simply beyond normal fashion. Myriads of frustration healed by passion. If only you knew. I’ve reached. I’ve touched. I’ve said so much. Efforts to communicate. Maybe this silence will instigate a response from you. Maybe soon you’ll know I’m here, waiting, waiting for you, and I’ll never let you go.

 

Hook:

Reach for me / touch me / show me you love me.

 

INVISIBLE LOVER

Chorus:

Beloved you can’t see me, but I am here. Let me love you  perfectly and rescue you from fear. I try to tell you softly how much you mean to me. All I want is you. Let’s live eternally. This love for you is painful. I’m jealous just for you. My heart will not be satisfied until you say “I do”. These words are from my heart. They’ve been growing for some time. Beloved I am yours. Will you be mine?

 

Verse:

What do I say to someone I love dearly? Someone with whom I’ve shared so many life experiences.  Someone who has always been there for me.  Who has given me a sense of worth.  Who has helped me to understand myself.  Who brings me to a higher standard.  Who inspires me.  Who influences me.  Who tells me the truth even when it hurts.  Who causes my heart to break when I realize I’ve already broken His.  This person is always there for me and I know he always will be.  But lately I just don’t know what to say or how to start a conversation.  I am silent toward him because I don’t know what will happen once our hearts connect again.  I’ve forgotten.  Deep inside I fear that maybe he is disappointed in me, or angry at me.  My heart is stagnant waters that need to be stirred.  I know this person is best for me, but for a long time now I just haven’t felt anything for him.  I know I will never let him go, but he seems so far away and I don’t know how to touch him once again, how to bring him close.  Somewhere deep inside my heart I think he is too busy for me, that he has much more important things to attend to.  But I know that without him I am meaningless - that my future will be nothing if he is not with me every step of the way.  And as I finally begin to acknowledge these things between me and him, I realize these are the fears blocking me from him.  And as tears drop as my heart stops, I am able to take one step closer.  I feel a sense of relief as my heart begins to beat.  Maybe it’s not too late to begin again where we left off.  Maybe this is the beginning of something totally new.  God, let it be true.  I need you.  I need you.

 

Verse:

Though your heart feels empty and dry towards me, don’t be afraid.  It’s just a season.  At the right time, you will long for me again.  You will cry for my love.  Your heart will earnestly cry for my presence.  Then you will remember the feelings you have for me.  For some time you’ve felt guilty because of your indifference towards me.  But I want you to know that I never stopped loving you.  Nothing can change my desire for you.  Nothing will ever change my commitment to you.  And though you hide from me, I still listen to every thought in your heart.  Wait patiently, listen to my voice, hear my words, and we will be in perfect unity once again.  Then you will rejoice.  You will rejoice again in your love for me, and it will feel like our wedding day.  I want you to know, I never doubted your love.  In the midst of your indifference, I never left you.  I never waivered.  My perfect love is not dependent on you.  I simply welcome you to participate and experience my love with no fear.

 

Hook:

The husband that I really need, draw near. You promised me you’ll never leave, draw near.

 

Hook:

The husband that you really need, I’m here. I promised you I’ll never leave. I’m here.

 

EVE'S REDEMPTION

Chorus:

He (he) gives birth each day / many souls gone astray / He (he) bleeds every hour / hearts that have gone sour / his perfect flesh was torn / hope for the forlorn / pain so much in his side / cast aside our human pride

 

Hook:

Oh when will we receive Him? / He opens blind eyes to see him.

 

Verse:

Adam God made first, then Eve. But she was deceived and through her transgression the curse was received. And of this I am deeply grieved. When women must bleed. When women are forced to conceive. When women die in childbirth. When women receive this burden which they don’t understand, wondering why was it given to them, and not to man? Why must we strain through so much pain to erase our blame? Because through her conception and deliverance, the human race shall be regained. As vessels of the divine requisition. As vessels of intercession. As servants of eternity’s future mirth. From generation to generation, the pain gets worse as we continue to rehearse this curse manifest through a woman’s girth. But this, this is something of spiritual worth.   And unfortunately, this enmity has corrupted her fertility. Our only indemnity now is the woman’s surrender to her destiny: deliverance through her womb. It’s the strategy of redemption for Eden’s tragedy.

 

Verse:

So as you watch her 9 months of toil and moaning, take heed to the Savior’s groaning. When you notice her incessant bleeding, remember the savior’s tears, in gethsemane, like drops of blood that saved humanity. For in her femininity she shares her savior’s identity. Because he gives birth each day to every soul gone astray. He bleeds each hour for every heart that’s gone sour. His flesh was torn to bring hope to the forlorn, and the incision in his side defeated humanity’s pride.  Verse: so for each woman who fears the day of birth that draws near, forget not that you are a vision made clear. You are a vision of our God’s provision. For a world living in division and spiritual schism, your journey from gestation to liberation allows you to hear the cry of our Savior’s frustration over the devastation of his human creation. So when you get uncomfortable with this birth, when things start hurting, be reminded, that until we see a new heaven and new earth, not until then will God finish giving birth and be relieved of his burden.

 

Verse:

But before I finish, let me get one last word in. The clothes we wear, these articles are nothing but particles to cover our frame. A symbol of the original shame, of the original sin and state of redemption we’re still in. These clothes are symbols of a covering of which we’re still recovering. So let not these clothes become an idol. Let not your outward appearance become your title. But remember, what we wear is a sign of our need for a covering. And this physical covering, just a symbol of Messiah’s suffering.  He shares it with Eve, and not only with Eve but with every woman who will conceive. So each morning when you get dressed, forget not to confess, that through childbirth God shows us a parable of his plan to redeem this earth.  And through this parable we find, God reveals to us his plan of salvation for all mankind.

 

AMBASSADOR OF PEACE

Chorus:

Hallelu, Hallelu, Halleluyah, Halleluyah (2x).

 

Intro:

Would He choose just one nation as his own? Would He choose just one nation for his inheritance? I see the creation of a nation. Race not designated by place, but a genetic demonstration. Simply traces found in ethnic faces. Internal stages of cultural rages. Nations residing in bloodlines colliding. Hearts crying in the finding; we’re diaspora in hiding. A heritage golden. Resuscitation what was stolen. Repression turned obsession. Now a session of confession. A sustained name, claimed.  A reminder of a remainder. A reminder of a chosen race. A reminder as one displaced. Multiplied, never replaced. Yet our own don’t reciprocate. Bloodlines deceive us when our own won’t receive us.

 

Verse:

But his peace will appease us from a lie sanctified. Holy cries heard on high will supply us a reprimanding so needed, from misunderstandings deeply seeded. These infractions will be repudiated, cleansed from a thinking wrongly situated. Instigated by a doctrine sin saturated. Subtle insinuations taught with grace. Thought to be erased. Genetically and aesthetically astute. Yet, a spiritual atrocity circumcised not by truth. Bloodlines deceive us when our own won’t receive us.

 

Verse:

So this burden, I receive it with humility. The consummation of a deeper unction. I receive it with prophetic function. We’re many nations. We’re many faces. We’re reconcilers of divided races. Who will walk with me to fulfill our destiny. Who will talk with me to facilitate our recovery. As we confess cognitions and unhealthy conditions. As we address situations and historical complications. As the evidence of the covenants be manifest and mutually fulfilled with relevance. As the first fruits sanctify the roots. Let circumcision come to fruition.

 

Verse:

As I continue my investigation, I receive deeper revelation. I see worshipers in formation. I see mixtures of tissues healing a multitude of issues. I see a race called “revelation”. I see a nation called “oraters of divine inspiration”. I see the Spirit of the scribes relocated and manifest in scattered tribes. I see souls situated in a land called “predestined designation”. I see many nations seeking a common goal. I feel a yearning in my soul for these nations to be made whole. I see traces of seeds and similar needs. And as Isaiah prophesied so succinctly, ambassadors of peace shall weep bitterly.

 

Verse:

Bloodlines deceive us when our own won’t receive us. But He Himself is our peace. And only He will appease us. He will heal us. And as we appeal to him, He will reveal to us so literally, that He is our Ambassador of Peace. And that He wept bitterly.

 

Outro:

Revelation 7:9,15-17  “Behold, a great multitude that no one could number.  From every nation, from all tribes and peoples and languages, standing before the throne and before the Lamb, clothed in white robes.  They are before the throne of God, and serve Him day and night in his temple; and he who sits on the throne will shelter them with his presence.  They shall hunger no more, thirst no more; the sun shall not strike them, nor any scorching heat. For the Lamb in the midst of the throne will be their shepherd, and he will guide them to springs of living water, and God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.”

 

NSONYIWA (FORGIVE ME)

Chorus: Nsonyiwa (10x)

 

Intro:

Isaiah 29:13 “These people draw near to me with their mouth and honor me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me.”

 

Verse:

It’s beyond the prayings. It’s beyond the sayings. It’s beyond the laughter and noise and the chatter and spiritual ploys, where the purity of our gatherings has turned into meetings, schedules, and simulated feelings. Where we ignore our heart’s cry and settle for a charismatic sensation leading only to mental complications and spiritual separations. Have we forgotten that it’s all about relation? Have we forgotten that the reason for the system is simply to draw us to Him? But now we have wolves instead of sheep and milk instead of meat. Pursuit of happiness, but no pursuit of purpose. It gets so loud. We get so proud. We dance and shout, but then the meeting lets out and we’re alone. And there are tears in our heart as we question what it’s all about. Was it like this from the start? No, we’ve changed from genuine to generic. We copy but don’t inquire. We settle and no longer wrestle. We live to please but don’t go to our knees. We no longer plead. Thus we cannot see that we’ve left Zion for Babylon and we’ve lost our song. So come, listen, as you draw near hear his voice in the silence.

 

Verse:

For it’s louder than the prayings and it’s wiser than the sayings. It’s spiritual, active, living and giving. It’s effective for those who are receptive. Oh, be not deceived. For many have prophesied and many have died from their lies. For they are clouds without water, trees without fruit, twice dead, pulled up by the root. Heed the warning of Jude. For it could be me and it could be you if we exchange relation for sensation, shrewdness for lewdness and the taste of honey for the love of money. Oh, it’s time to come back. It’s time to come back to purity, not prosperity. It’s time to come back to relation, not religion. For zeal without relation gives birth to condemnation, judgementalism and destructive fundamentalism. Oh, it’s time to be more astute. It’s time to be more astute to the type of fruit that we produce. For in the midst of our worship there was a shift. As we exalted our own gift, our titles became idols and holy adoration became self-exaltation. We exchanged conviction for tradition, a silent cry for an anointed lie, and a tear-filled song for a clanging gong.

 

Verse:

Sure, we invited Him in. He came and He stayed in the midst of our sin. He had mercy on the majority for the sake of the minority. He came with reverence. He revealed his presence. He remained with patience for the few that He knew. And his heart was bleeding, tender and grieving. Still, we quenched his voice with a fine-sounding noise. We muted his desire and sought Him for his fire. We despised his face and abused his grace and yet, He remains. And as we look in the mirror, it all becomes clearer. For our sin is so subtle that we miss his rebuttal. No it wasn’t hypocrisy nor mediocrity, but of this we are guilty: we crushed the heart of our Invisible Lover (2x).

 

Verse:

Beloved, I don’t call myself a prophet, nor apostle, nor prolific minister of the gospel.  I don’t come to you with words of flattery nor mer verbal mastery.  But I come to you with the necessity to appease my destiny.  Because this burden has arrested me, is testing me.  Consequently, I must communicate what I see.  And as these words of fire transpire, I cannot keep silent.  As they inquire within me, they purge my desire, and continue to inspire me. And I cannot keep silent. Because this is my destiny, to communicate what I see. So, forgive me, but I must not keep silent.

 

HAVE NO FEAR

Chorus:

I have no fear.  Freedom is here.  The path is clear. My feathers transcend these fetters.

 

Intro:

Faith. The substance of things hoped for.  The evidence of things not seen.

 

Verse:

I’d rather jump of a cliff, and at this begin to fly. I’d rather die trying to fly.  I’d rather sacrifice all, take the risk to fall than continue to fall. I’d rather die trying to fly than wake ach morning with a sigh, or to be for many years wondering why. I’d rather be alone, take the risk to be free from the sound of the lips that keep me in the grip of a lie that will mentally strip me of my chance to fly. I’d rather be alone than condone such a tone.  It’s time to give up and let go.  It’s time to decrease and lighten the load.  It’s time to focus so I can see the road.  It’s time to give away false necessities, ill identities and manipulated destinies that cause this delay. Wandering astray from the predestined purpose of each day.  Bring me back to the Way.  You see, we’re lost by what we portray.  This lure of the eyes. A cultural franchise, strategized by a social disguise.  Epitomized by silent cries.  Recognized when the lids of my eyes can no longer rise.  At dawn I continue to yawn.  All day long I ignore the song and just go on.  But the words continue to burn.  And as my soul yearns I learn to discern that now is the hour for satan to cower, as we master the art of spoken power.  To fear I saw “disappear”.  To doubt I say “get out”. To confusion I say “you are no longer my pollution”.

 

 

Verse:

Listen and believe. This is not human interpretation or psychological explanation.  This is my intercession. This is the art of spoken power through which the recession of oppression will take succession.  As truth is told and light exposed, watch your future unfold.  As slaves are resold, and purchased not with gold, but with God’s own soul. Listen and believe.  Believe and receive clarification and revelation.  From wisdom earned through lessons learned.  Through mishaps and misflights. Through chains, strains and acusations of being insane.  Through years of tears from the onlooker’s snears.  It’s time to blind my eyes to the eyes that gaze and judge always.  The judgements of man cannot stand.  So I stand and say I have no fear.  Freedom is here.  The path is clear. I will fly. I wil not fall. I wil jump. I will answer the call.  And if I trip, sevenfold I will not stall.  Because my feathers have transcended these fetters.

 

Verse:

Beloved, receive this warning.  Remember as you wake each morning.  When the path is right, it’s a lonely flight.  When you break the rules, they’ll call you a fool.  When they don’t understand, they’ll make a demand.  They’ll pass and ask and condemn your task.  And when victory comes, they’ll say “God bless you”.  As if they supported you the whole way through. Let not their inquisitions transition your decisions. Don’t justify your choice to fly.  Judge not the value of your transactions by the satisfaction of the reactions, or lack thereof. Speak not your rebuttals.  Just nod and smile.  For in a little while your defeat will be complete as your testimony speaks.  So speak, because there are many voices sent to confuse your choices.  Their misconception is a digression.  An abortion to my portion.  A contraception to my expression.  They compare to what they’ve known.  Their confrontation is their own. What they call infraction is, in fact, a fraction of my freedom. So, let my lack of restriction be their example, their preamble to deliverance through conviction of ignorance.  With this insurrection, I procure my resurrection. With these words, I assert my cure. I’ve refashioned this passion with satisfaction through action, regardless the reaction.  So, as we approach the conclusion, consider a solution. Search your heart’s intentions. Reconsider your motivations.  We can dissipate these frustrations and avoid such deliberations. Compare not.  For they, comparing themselves amongst themselves are not wise.  Open your eyes.  Forsake your compromise.  Stand up with haste.  You’re still in the race.  Take your part.  The Lord will execute the thoughts of his heart.  The vision waits for you, anticipates you.  Draw near. Your deliverer is here. Draw near. Your deliverance is here.  And it’s not in the serenity of a distance memory, but in the remembrance of your inheritance.  The just shall live by faith.

 

Verse:

So take a leap.  Take a leap and his covenant he will keep.  And the disappointment that became an ointment of disgrace across your face will be erased. Renew your mind.  This time you will find your future is bright. Stand up and fight. But first, get on your knees.  Reconsider who you want to please. Make a decision. Reconstruct your vision.  but as for me, I defend my position.

 

VOICES

VOICES

Chorus: So many voices, voices in the mind. Voices in the mind make God’s voice so hard to find.  So many lies, so many fears.  My spirit will arise.  My God is here. Hook: By the blood of the Lamb, I’m sanctified and holy. Conquer with I AM. My word is testimony. His sheep know his voice, in purity and power.  Victory is my choice. Darkness has to cower.

 

Intro:

Voices, voices, so many voices all the time.  Voices, voices in the mind.  God’s voice is so hard to find. I understand your confusion.  You see, the root of your disillusion is one of spiritual pollution.  Listen carefully as we expose the scam.  It’s the biggest deception known to man.  Devised to silence you from hearing God’s plan.  Do not believe the lie that you are a deaf lamb.  His sheep know his voice in purity and power.  Victory is my choice.  Darkness has to cover.

 

Verse:

Voices, voices of varying dimensions. rooted in demonic conventions. Voices, suited to corrupt your intentions. Prospering in your misconceptions. Voices that manipulate God’s identity. Voices that oppose God’s sovereignty. Voices that arose as the enemy of humility. Inflicting not lovers of carnality but seekers of morality. Voices of lies and sadness. Seeds breathing maladies and madness.  For this is the enemy’s apparatus.  Exalting his false supremacy. Spitting on your heart of fervency. Lying to you with a sense of urgency.  Please understand the intensity.  He’s jealous of your divine status.

 

Verse:

Voices of condemnation. Voices of subtle incisions, made with precision to cause division.  To confuse you and accuse you that your passions are your transgressions. Voices of confusion. Assumptions breeding malfunctions. Hesitations with prosperity causing disparity. Despair from theological confrontations needing clarity.  Perpetual condemnations steeling potential revelations, bleeding.  Hearts inwardly pleading. Silently breathing, seeking release, believing, yet not receiving his peace.  Voices of death, hopelessness and utter distress.  Suicidal contemplations from years of internal tribulations and fears of divine destinations.  Hearts of utter despair, crying for repair.  In a mental haze of spiritual daze. Peace found nowhere.

 

Verse:

Voices of emotion. Voices of desire. Desires inquiring. Inwardly conflicting. Afflicting the soul. Distracting. Attracting and indictment of momentary excitement.  Thoughts and memories.  Unhealed histories. Nostalgia we can’t forget, returning with frustration of needs unmet. Leading us into decisions of regret.  Flesh and feelings have dangerous dealings.  Feelings become a deception, leading even the most devout into transgression. So when emotions voice their commotion, submit your soul into God’s control.  And take heed, for emotions lead, God’s voice is silenced and his Spirit is grieved.

 

WE SURRENDER

Chorus:

(Traditional Hymn) I surrender all ( 2x) All to thee, my blessed Savior. I surrender all.

 

Verse:

We surrender our identity. Influenced by what we see. Tempted, tested, but not of thee . Persuaded by worldly motivation, we’ve been led astray. Unguided by your inspiration, walking not your way. Now we’re crying for separation as we long for revelation. God in Heaven, hear our cry. Receive this consecration. In our lives, be glorified.

 

Verse:

We surrender our word. For we speak when we should not. We sin perpetually in word and thought. Yet we’ve spoken not against the deception this world has taught. Forgive us for worldly chatter about things that just don’t matter. For by our words we live or die. And by our words we are judged and justified. God in Heaven hear our cry. Use these lips to prophesy.

 

Verse:

We surrender our future. We come back to our first desire, our first love, our first fire. Lord, take us higher far above this earthly empire. For whatever shall transpire, on good and evil you send rain, and in your palm we shall remain. God in Heaven, hear our cry. Reignite us with your flame. We surrender our future in Jesus name.

 

Verse:

We surrender in the midst of our pain. We bear persecution for the glory of your name. We forgive for the sake of the forgiven. And your word commands that we bless those who curse us and love those who hurt us. God in Heaven, hear our cry. Grant us humility and power to love our enemy this hour. For this is your desire, that we should prosper in the fire.

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