Echo S41

Lyrics:

They told me life was mine to keep...
So I bought my dreams and lost my sleep...
But nothing stayed, it slipped away...
Like sand that scattered in the rain...

Whoever loves wealth is never satisfied...
Ecclesiastes 5:10...

They said success would set me free...
But all it did was bury me...
The trophies rust, the silence grows...
Where is the truth I used to know...

I thought I’d live forever here...
As if the world would stop for me...
But I forgot I’m just a breath...
A flicker in eternity...

Do I own the life I breathe...
Or was it never mine to keep...
Do I exist just to survive...
Or was I made to be alive...

I’m tired of chasing what decays...
There must be more than dying days...
What if this death is not the end...
But just the glitch He came to mend...

Death is an error, not the design...

From Heidegger to From I read...
To be, not have...
That’s what they said...
But being still feels like a blur..
When nothing answers who we were...

I see the systems, lies and pride...
And all the things we try to hide...
But one man broke the error’s code...
He walked through death, then left the stone...

He didn’t sell a perfect plan...
He touched the wound inside of man...
I don’t know if He’s God or King...
But death obeyed His whispering...

He made me wonder, made me pause...
What kind of man rewrites the laws...
The laws of dust and grave, of shame and fear...

I thought I’d live forever here...
As if the world would stop for me...
But I forgot I’m just a breath...
A flicker in eternity...

Do I own the life I breathe...
Or was it never mine to keep...
Do I exist just to survive...
Or was I made to be alive...

I’m tired of chasing what decays...
There must be more than dying days...
What if this death is not the end...
But just the glitch He came to mend...

Death is an error, not the design...

If death was never meant to stay...
and love outlives the grave...
then maybe He…
really is the way...

The wages of sin is death...
The gift of God is eternal life...
in Christ Jesus our Lord...
Romans 6:23...

Death is an error

Who Was Seo Seo-pyeong?
Seo Seo-pyeong was originally German, born as Elisabeth Johanna Shepping (1880–1934). She lived with her mother without a father, but when her mother left alone for America, Shepping was raised by her maternal grandmother. At the age of twelve, she traveled to America to be reunited with her long-missed mother. Having lived in extreme poverty, Shepping understood well the hearts of the poor. This background became the foundation for her life as a nurse dedicated to helping the needy.
While in college, she heard about Jesus from a friend and converted from Catholicism to Christianity. Like Jesus, who lived among the poor and persecuted, Shepping desired to live that kind of life herself. When she came across an announcement recruiting a nurse missionary to be sent to Korea, she decided to embark on the long journey to a poor and desolate land as both a nurse and a missionary. Upon arriving in Korea, she became known as Seo Seo-pyeong...

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Lyrics:

I want to tell you about a woman whose life was a living sermon.... 
Her name was Miss Elisabeth J. Shepping...
known in Korea as Seo Seo Pyeong...
This… was her heartbeat.... 
And this… is the song we sing in her memory...

She came with empty hands...
Planting seeds of grace…
In this strange land, she knelt and prayed…
To the broken and forgotten...
She opened her arms wide…

Her pillow was prayer...
Her hunger, a daily truth…
In the midst of pain...
She became the healing…
Through fever and hunger...
Through scorn and loneliness...
She stayed for the saving of one soul…

Not success, but service…
A nurse and a disciple…
A flame of love…
She walked with the cross…
Let me live the same…Lord...
Like her...

She held the hands of the leper...
Wept beside the beggar...
Gave away all she had...
Heaven knew…
The depth and clarity of her love…

Her pillow was prayer...
Her hunger, a daily truth…
In the midst of pain...
She became the healing…
Through fever and hunger...
Through scorn and loneliness...
She stayed for the saving of one soul…

Not success, but service…
A nurse and a disciple…
A flame of love…
She walked with the cross…
Let me live the same…Lord...
Like her...

I have no father, no mother…
Yet I belong to You, Lord…
I am comforted…
I give You all I am…
Let me live with Your heart inside me…

The Bible says in The Gospel of Mark 10:45 … 
For even the Son of Man came not to be served but to serve...
and to give his life as a ransom for many...

On the day her eyes closed...
The city wept…
Beggar, orphan, and child...
All wept together…
Her quiet love had lifted them up…

Her pillow was prayer...
Her hunger, a daily truth…
In the midst of pain...
She became the healing…
Through fever and hunger...
Through scorn and loneliness...
She stayed for the saving of one soul…

Not success, but service…
A nurse and a disciple…
A flame of love…
She walked with the cross…
Let me live the same…Lord...
Like her...

She had no home...
And left behind only...
Half a blanket, two cups of rice,
And seven coins…
Her life itself was the Gospel...
A life poured out as an offering…

Not Success But Service

Author: Baek Jin-ha | Christian Memorial Park Essay

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Lyrics:

Mom, it’s been three weeks now...
Since Heaven called your name...
And though you don’t visit my dreams... 
I know you’re free from pain...
I picture you dancing, in skies full of praise...
In that fragrant place, full of light and grace...

I love you, Mama...
You are my better half...
And when we meet again...
I’ll hold you with all the love you gave...
Not with tears, but with joy...

Your dresses still hang... 
Your shoes by the door...
Even your hats, untouched from before...
And I swear I can hear, your voice so sweet...
Hello, my darling...
In the silence, it repeats...

I love you, Mama...
You are my better half...
And when we meet again...
I’ll hold you with all the love you gave...
Not with tears, but with joy...

When I asked for more time...
I cried out to God...
He heard my plea...
And showed us His love...
Three weeks of mercy...
Three weeks of grace...

Mom came to school with flowers in hand...
Your heels clicking softly...
Your grace in command...
I was proud to say, That’s my Mom...

Elegant, strong, God’s chosen one...
Now I see it clear, what matters the most...
The love from the Cross...
The gift you gave, I cannot repay...

I love you, Mama...
You are my better half...
And when we meet again...
I’ll hold you with all the love you gave...
Not with tears, but with joy...

Tears on her pillow...
Prayers through the night...
She gave me her love...
She gave me her light...
Even in pain, she whispered His name...
Thinking of Jesus, who bore every shame...

I love you, Mama...
You are my better half...
And when we meet again...
I’ll hold you with all the love you gave...
Not with tears, but with joy...

I love you Mama

Lyrics:

Truly, truly, I say to you...
Sound the trumpet...
let the drums resound...
Lift your hands... 

Truly, truly, I say to you...
Unless one is born of water and the Spirit...
He cannot enter the Kingdom of God...

What is born of the flesh is flesh...
What is born of the Spirit is spirit...
Do not be amazed that I said to you...
You must be born again...

The wind blows wherever it wishes...
You hear its sound but cannot tell...
Where it comes from or where it’s going...
So it is with all born of the Spirit...

Truly, truly, I say to you...
Unless one is born of water and the Spirit...
He cannot enter the Kingdom of God...

What is born of the flesh is flesh...
What is born of the Spirit is spirit...
Do not be amazed that I said to you...
You must be born again...

Truly, truly, I say to you...
Rejoice in the Lord always...
Again I will say, rejoice...
Whoever hears My word and believes...
Him who sent Me has eternal life...

Truly, truly, I say to you...
Whoever hears My word and believes...
Him who sent Me has eternal life...
He does not come into judgment...
But has crossed from death to life...

Truly, truly, I say to you...
Unless one is born of water and the Spirit...
He cannot enter the Kingdom of God...

What is born of the flesh is flesh...
What is born of the Spirit is spirit...
Do not be amazed that I said to you...
You must be born again...





Truly, truly, I say to you...

Lyrics:

Midnight on a New York block,
Steam breathes from iron grates,
Neon blinks like a tired eye,
A siren thins into the night...

A young man on cold asphalt,
Pockets turned, phone gone,
Blood on his sleeve, ribs aching,
His whisper barely fogs the air... Help…
Streetlight hums. Footsteps pass.
The city looks away...

A pastor in a dark coat slows,
Sermon notes pressed beneath his arm,
Calendar tight, headlines loud.
Lord, have mercy… he breathes,
Then folds the prayer inside his chest.
Not safe… not wise… I’m late…
His shoes keep time with the subway’s rumble...

A worship singer with a backpack,
Guitar case tapping at his knee.
He sees the blood, removes an earbud,
Feels his heart reach, then retreat.
Rehearsal ran long. I should call a ride…
Someone kinder… someone braver…
He puts the earbud back,
And the beat swallows his doubt...

A stranger rounds the corner...
Calloused hands, a construction badge,
English learned in long shifts and short sleep.
He kneels without asking names.
Two fingers to the neck.. pulse.. thin...
He presses a clean handkerchief to the wound,
Counts steady... one, two, three
Then runs to the pharmacy’s humming lights.
Alcohol. Gauze. Tape.
He returns, washes grit and fear,
Wraps the pain with trembling gentleness.
Stay with me, brother. Stay...

Taxi door open, heater humming,
His own cash on the dashboard.
Hospital, please. Fast.
He keeps the pressure, keeps the rhythm,
Whispers a prayer in a language
The city rarely listens to...

Fluorescent halos, triage questions,
Paper forms and tired eyes.
He signs what he can,
Leaves a folded stack by the chart.
If it costs more… I’ll come back....
A nurse nods. The clock moves slow.
He waits until breath sounds even,
Then writes his name on a small note,
Creases it once, and goes.

Sun catches on chrome and glass,
The city wakes with coffee and headlines.
The young man opens his eyes to white ceilings,
The ache is honest, the room is kind.
Someone brought you in, the nurse says,
Placing a laundered handkerchief by his hand.
On the note... You’re not alone...
I’ll check again after work...

Who became the neighbor on the way...

It was the one who stopped,
The one who knelt...
The one who stayed...
The one who paid...

For every city is filled with roads...
From Wall Street to Harlem,
From bright lights to broken alleys.
And on each one,
Jesus still whispers...
Go… and do likewise...





Go and Do Likewise

Lyrics: by Ephesians 5...

Wake up O sleeper...
Rise from the dead...
And Christ will shine on you...
Wake up O sleeper...
Rise from the dead...
And Christ will shine on you...

Do not let greed or empty desires take control...
They do not belong to a meaningful life...
Let your words be full of gratitude...
Not wasted on foolish talk or bitter jokes...
For those who chase only lust and idols
Will never find their true place in God’s Kingdom...

Wake up O sleeper...
Rise from the dead...
And Christ will shine on you...
Wake up O sleeper...
Rise from the dead...
And Christ will shine on you...

Do not be fooled by hollow promises...
For they lead only to ruin and pain...
Once you lived in darkness,
But now you are light in the Lord...
So walk as children of the light,
Where goodness, truth, and justice grow...

Wake up O sleeper...
Rise from the dead...
And Christ will shine on you...
Wake up O sleeper...
Rise from the dead...
And Christ will shine on you...

Do not join in deeds of shame,
Expose what hides in secret places...
For when the light breaks in, everything is revealed...
And even the darkest things are changed to light...
So hear the ancient call...
Wake up, sleeper, rise from the dead...
And Christ will shine on you...

Wake up O sleeper...
Rise from the dead...
And Christ will shine on you...
Wake up O sleeper...
Rise from the dead...
And Christ will shine on you...






Wake Up O Sleeper

Lyrics:

Will to power or way of the cross...
Two loves collide...
One... Embrace fate, be your own God...
The Other... Deny yourself, and live...
Here we stand...

Love is will to power,
A fire surging within...
Embrace the pain, affirm it all...
Amor Fati, I say Yes...
Strength creates, never bows...
Love conquers, not surrenders...
Only the crown of self...

Yet I speak of man becoming more...
Why resist the surge of being,
The joy that dances in suffering...
Your weakness deemed divine...
But the strong create anew...
While the weak preserve decay...

If you try to save your life,
In the end you will lose it...
But if you give it for Me...
And for the gospel, you will find it...
What good is it to gain the world,
Yet lose your very soul...
What could ever be enough
To trade for a soul...

Jesus, in God’s very form...
Did not cling to equality...
He chose KENOSIS...
Self-emptying love...
Became a servant in human flesh...
He humbled Himself to death...
Even death on a cross...

If you try to save your life,
In the end you will lose it...
But if you give it for Me
And for the gospel, you will find it...
What good is it to gain the world,
Yet lose your very soul...
What could ever be enough
To trade for a soul...

If you try to save your life,
In the end you will lose it...
But if you give it for Me
And for the gospel, you will find it...
What good is it to gain the world,
Yet lose your very soul...
What could ever be enough
To trade for a soul...




KENOSIS

Lyrics:

On a rainy night, inside a dim bar,
I emptied the glass and swallowed my void...
Are you truly alive right now...
That question lingers in my chest, echoing without end...

I laugh, I talk, I walk through the day...
But inside, I am falling apart...
I breathe, yet my soul is suffocating...
My smile a mask, my life an empty shell...

The face in the mirror feels like a stranger...
I believed the shadows were real...
Like Plato’s cave, bound to illusions,
The fear whispers, Am I living a fake life...

I want to see the Light, I want to breathe...
I want to say, Yes, I am alive...
But the Light feels distant, my breath is fading...
Awaken my soul, awaken me now...

Once more, I drown a glass of whiskey...
Philosophy gave me no answer...
Psychology could not heal my scars...
Still I hide behind my mask...
And the true me drifts farther away...

Who am I... 
Where did I come from, where will I go...
My voice only returns as an echo...
My hands grasp nothing but air...
Crushed by the truth...
I cannot save myself...

One more drink, maybe I’ll forget…
But desolation grew heavier still...
With staggering steps, I gripped the wheel,
Driving lost through the rain-soaked streets...
Neon lights blurred with falling rain,
Headlights pierced my weary eyes...
The car slipped, the world flipped,
Metal screamed, glass shattered,
And darkness swallowed me whole...

Every sound collapsed into silence...
My drunken mind shattered to pieces...
The world drifted far, and I sank down...
I had run with masks,
Chained to shadows—
Now, there is no way out...
Time has stopped, space has broken...
In utter loneliness,
My final fracture splits apart...

Then...
A voice pierced the darkness...
I am the Light of the world...
Whoever follows Me will not walk in darkness,
But will have the light of life...
Tears burst out,
Breath returned,
And for the very first time,
I felt… alive...

You raised me up, You opened my eyes...
I whisper, yet cry out in desperation...
God… please, save me...
And in the stillness,
My heart beats again...





Plato’s Cave

Lyrics:

If a believer loses the heart of the Lord...
He has lost everything...
So guard it...
Be a keeper of His heart...
The true treasure not found on this earth...
Is the very heart of our Lord...

We are free to choose...
Good or evil, light or dark... 
With the will God has given...
We may walk in goodness...
Or follow after evil... 
But this life is filled with more darkness...
History has written it so...

Have the mind of Christ Jesus within you...
From it flows the spring of life...
Blessed are the pure in heart...
For they shall see God...
Above all else, guard your heart...
For from it flows the spring of life...

It will go on and on until the last day comes...
For Christ will return... 
To judge the earth in fire... 
So I ask you here today...
Will you give your heart to evil... 
Or guard the good heart of the Lord... 
The choice is yours...

Have the mind of Christ Jesus within you...
From it flows the spring of life...
Blessed are the pure in heart...
For they shall see God...
Above all else, guard your heart...
For from it flows the spring of life...

If a believer loses the heart of the Lord...
Prayer will no longer flow... 
With two hearts, no one can behold God...
We often forget this truth...
God looks upon us with one heart, unchanging...

Have the mind of Christ Jesus within you...
From it flows the spring of life...
Blessed are the pure in heart...
For they shall see God...
Above all else, guard your heart...
For from it flows the spring of life...




The Keeper of His Heart

Lyrics:

Now the Holy Spirit has entered in...
The breath of God lives within...
Those who believe and receive the Son...
Carry His Spirit in their hearts...
So guard it...
Guard His presence deep inside...

Only one Holy Spirit...
Only one heart to keep...
Keep your heart with all vigilance... 
For from it flow the springs of life...

Do not lie to yourself...
Do not speak despair, corruption, or defeat...
Speak to yourself with kindness...
Well done! Truly well done!...
Encourage your own heart...
Lift up your heart to God with praise...

Only one Holy Spirit...
Only one heart to keep...
Keep your heart with all vigilance... 
For from it flow the springs of life...

The words you say to your brother...
Are the words you say to yourself...
So bless, encourage...
And give thanks, always give thanks...
For the gratitude you give your brother...
Is the gratitude you give yourself...

Only one Holy Spirit...
Only one heart to keep...
Keep your heart with all vigilance... 
For from it flow the springs of life...

Only one Holy Spirit...
Only one heart to keep...
Keep your heart with all vigilance... 
For from it flow the springs of life...



Keep Your Heart

Echo P. Whale is an artist who creates a House Worship sound that moves between deep spirituality and electronic music.

Once pursuing music for worldly success, Echo P. Whale experienced a turning point through deep repentance. The name “Whale” symbolizes his encounter with God in the depths, much like Jonah in the belly of the great fish.

“Echo” represents the ongoing reverberation of that moment—repentance and grace resounding through his music to this day.

And through many hardships, he hopes that the resonance of this music may bring even a small measure of comfort to you now.