love is an offering

the essence of the mountain; i'm standing on it, our ecstasy, it captures love's atonement love...,can't buy...sell it or loan it purpose in this life, you know you want it, love's like blood, it's death's opponent it flows through your veins and arteries, don't it? but when you're cut, it burns like alcohol on it all the bads and the blames it's time we own it, prayers without words, sighs and groanings your spirit torn open, my soul is mourning but love's in the midst of the painful moments making love, is more than moves and moaning it's the spirit interlocking of man and woman the soul's always searching and constantly roaming but true love is only made when souls are growing.

I love what if's. Some what if's are preposterous and even so far off, they're comical. But the what if's that intrigue me are the ones that sort of hover over the island of possibility. The could be's and should be's. Like this one, what if the next movement of Christians in music wasn't really about raising the bar in the genres of Christian music? In other words, what if the next movement involved the redemption of all genres of music? What if God called the Christian artist to simply be an artist who's a Christian with an eternal message that could be told through the voices of the joys and pains of love and life? In essence, to be relevant and accessible to a culture and community of people who may never set foot in a church. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear and put their trust in the LORD. Psalm 40:3 What happened to our new song? What happened to our voice? Is it lost in the play lists o