you say come all ye weary, and when I can't walk to you on my own, you run and you find me. how do you love me?

Your love is extravagant.
Your friendship is so intimate.
I find I’m moving to the rhythms of Your grace.
Your fragrance is intoxicating in our secret place.
Your love is extravagant.

Spread wide in the arms of Christ,
Is a love that covers sin.
No Great love have I ever known.
You considered me Your friend.
Capture my heart again.
Capture my heart again.

Your love is extravagant.
Your friendship is so intimate.
I find I’m moving to the rhythms of Your grace.
Your fragrance is intoxicating in our secret place.
Your love is extravagant.

Spread wide in the arms of Christ,
Is a love that covers sin.
No Great love have I ever known.
You considered me Your friend.
Spread wide in the arms of Christ,
Is a love that covers sin.
No Great love have I ever known.
You considered me Your friend.

Capture my heart again,
Capture my heart again,
Capture my heart again,
Capture my heart again.

Your Love Is Extravagant//The Almost//

Sometimes I have these stupid ideas.

Sometimes I have these stupid ideas. I am sick of so many "Christians".... of the whole hypocrisy, and I want to do something rebellious. To do something unusual -- "out there". I don't want to be one of them. So I think, I will start smoking, or something ridiculous like so. Cigarettes are gross--what am I thinking?--they make your teeth yellow, and they make your hair all crinkly, like dry hay. They make you have those little lip-wrinkles, and raspy voices. No. I think not.

How? How? How?,

I think, maybe being rebellious would be acting real. Ending the hypocrisy.

No, I am rarely honest, or nice. I don't read my bible everyday, and guess what! Sometimes I even forget to pray; to talk to my saving grace, my only hope to be free from myself. I'm SO selfish and insecure. I am jealous, and I have a horrid pride. I think of pleasing people, so often, before I think of pleasing God. I think of myself, how everything effects me. I think of me, and myself only.

Then, once in a while, I cry out. I remember what an idiot i am--wake up call! I hear--I listen. I seek change, ever so slowly. I resist. I fall. I fail so frequently. This is only the beginning. But I try, you can give me that little bit.

I will seek change in this reckless heart.

So there it is. I am not what you think of as a "Christian".

I am trying to end this conjecture of those who want to love God, who try.

I want to rebel. From the rash trend of conformity, this masquerade.

Am I alone?

I've had questions, without answers

I've known sorrow, i have known pain

but there's one thing, that i'll cling to

you are faithful, Jesus your true

when hope is lost, i'll call you saviour

when pain surrounds, i'll call you healer

when silence falls, you'll be the song within my heart

in the lone hour, of my sorrow

through the darkest night of my soul

you surround me, and sustain me

my defender, forever more

when hope is lost, i'll call you saviour

when pain surrounds, i'll call you healer

when silence falls, you'll be the song within my heart

I will praise you, i will praise you

when the tears fall, still i will sing to you

i will praise you, Jesus praise you

Through the suffering still i will sing