Based on Psalm 107
In a fallen world that’s bigger than us, it’s easy to find ourselves lost and alone. Use that as the door to find the reason you were born.

Faithful Love (Psalm 107)

I recognized you from our talks on Zoom
I walked up to you from across the room
You were hanging with your posse
Thought I heard you singin' softly

Are you Sofie? I shyly asked
How do you know me?
From that online class.
You showed me your empty glass

Perhaps we've talked at the gym?
No, I'd have remembered if we had
Somethin' sweet, with salt on the rim
A strawberry margarita -- perhaps?

Chorus
I said you look prettier in person
Tryin' to be witty, I wasn't flirtin'
I said I can barely hear you over the band
You asked if I was sober enough -- to dance

SO WE HIT THE DANCE FLOOR AND EXPLODED
LIKE TWO SHOTGUNS, LOCKED AND LOADED
I WAS TRYING TO KEEP UP WITH YOUR MOVES
FELT LIKE A GEEK, TRYIN' TO GET IN THE GROOVE

Pretty soon we were so hot, we had to take a break
I thought we oughtta take a walk, down by the lake
Got a couple stops to make, then yeah, that'd be great

My heart was beatin' fast and my head was buzzin'
We talked n laughed, said I don't do much clubbin'
Finally we relaxed over coffee and a muffin
By the time we got back, we were huffin' n puffin'

You looked up at me with those deer in the headlight eyes
Like you got a box of crackerjacks, and I was the prize

Chorus
I said you look prettier in person
Thought that was fitting, but I wasn't certain
I said I can barely hear you over the band
You asked if I was sober enough -- to dance

WE HIT THE DANCE FLOOR AND EXPLODED
LIKE TWO SHOTGUNS, LOCKED N LOADED
STILL TRYIN' TO KEEP UP WITH YOUR MOVES
HEAD SPINNIN', BEGINNIN' TO FEEL THE GROOVE

You looked up at me with those deer in the headlight eyes
Like you got a box of crackerjacks, and I was the prize

Chorus
I said you look prettier in person
Tried to be witty, but it wasn't workin'
I said "I can barely hear you over the band."
You asked if I was sober enough -- to dance

WE HIT THE DANCE FLOOR, CAUGHT THE BEAT AND RODE IT
I MUST'VE PASSED THE TEST, CUZ WITH YOUR FEET, YOU VOTED
YOU WERE TRYING TO MATCH MY SPIDERY MOVES
HEAD WAS SPINNIN', I WAS FINALLY IN THE GROOVE
YEAH, AND YOU WERE GETTIN' IN THE MOOD

I said you look prettier in person
Tryin' to be witty, it was finally workin'
I said "I can barely hear you over the band."
I'm just glad I was sober enough to dance
Glad I was sober enough to dance
Sober enough to dance

Sober Enough to Dance

Charlie's legacy is impacting America
Left-wing hacks are actin' hysterical
As the baton passes on to Erika
The walls are fallin' down on Jericho

What they're sellin', we just ain't buyin'
Federal felons feeding us to the lions
Right now this army's grievin' n mournin'
Soon there'll be Charlie's on every corner

We're slayin' giants tryin' to tear us apart
We'll be brave and not afraid of the dark
The red sea is just beginning to part
Charlie's legacy burns deep in our hearts

They thought they ended his career
With all the awful taunts and jeers
They launched their darts and spears
This shot'll haunt 'em for years n years

They think they're feeding us to the lions
But they've awakened the sleeping giant
The demon hordes scream n they yell
But we'll be storming the gates of hell

We're slayin' giants tryin' to tear us apart
We'll be brave and not afraid of the dark
The red sea is just beginning to part
Charlie's legacy burns deep in our hearts

They thought they ended his career
With all the awful taunts and jeers
They launched their darts and spears
This shot'll haunt 'em for years n years

Right now this army's grievin' n mournin'
Soon there'll be Charlie's on every corner
They'll wish they'd never fired that bullet
And that trigger -- they'd never pulled it

We're slayin' giants tryin' to tear us apart
We'll be brave and not afraid of the dark
The red sea is just beginning to part
Charlie's legacy burns deep in our hearts

We're slayin' giants tryin' to tear us apart
We'll be brave and not afraid of the dark
The red sea is just beginning to part
Charlie's legacy burns deep in our hearts

Charlie's Legacy - Slayin' Giants

They got great publicity and exposure
By shootin' down those they disagree with
We lost a future president and soldier
They blamed it on right-wing extremists

What was this disagreement over?
We asked as he was laid to rest
Been pushin' for full disclosure
Wonderin' who may be next...

Who will they choose?
Tucker, Megan, or Candace?
What gun will they use?
What weapon will they brandish?

I know these truths
Seem to be outlandish
But when a shooter shoots
Our future dreams vanish

Who are their heroes?
With Gen Z and Gen X?
Who's losin', battin' zero?
Who's key? Who's next?

A hometown hero?
Ex-marine or redneck?
Ben Shapiro, Judge Jeanine or Glenn Beck?
Just wonderin' who's next...

They got great publicity and exposure
By shootin' down those they disagree with
We lost a future president and soldier
They blamed it on right-wing extremists

What was this disagreement over?
We asked as he was laid to rest
Been pushin' for full disclosure
Wonderin' who may be next...

We've got to put a stop
To this awful injustice
Why do we have cops
Juries, lawyers and judges?

Keep getting great publicity and exposure
By taking out those they disagree with
They keep growin' bolder n bolder
These crazy left-wing extremists

But their reign of terror will be over
Once they start seeing more arrests
We ain't fascists, we ain't ogres
Just wonderin' who may be next

Hooo, hooo
Who may be next?
Hooo, hooo
Who may be next? 

Who's Next

They got great publicity and exposure
By shootin' down those they disagree with
We lost a future president and soldier
They blamed it on right-wing extremists

What was this disagreement over?
We asked as he was laid to rest
Been pushin' for full disclosure
Wonderin' who may be next...

Who will they choose?
Tucker, Megan, or Candace?
What gun will they use?
What weapon will they brandish?

I know these truths
Seem to be outlandish
But when a shooter shoots
Our future dreams vanish

Who are their heroes?
With Gen Z and Gen X?
Who's losin', battin' zero?
Who's key? Who's next?

A hometown hero?
Ex-marine or redneck?
Ben Shapiro
Judge Jeanine or Glenn Beck?
Just wonderin' who's next...

They got great publicity and exposure
By shootin' down those they disagreed with
We lost a future president and soldier
They blamed it on right-wing extremists

What was this disagreement over?
We asked as he was laid to rest
Been pushin' for full disclosure
Wonderin' who may be next...

We've got to put a stop
To this awful injustice
Why do we have cops
Juries, lawyers and judges?

Keep getting great publicity and exposure
By taking out those they disagree with
They keep growin' bolder n bolder
These crazy left-wing extremists

But their reign of terror will be over
Once they start seeing more arrests
We ain't fascists, we ain't ogres
Just wonderin' who may be next

Hooo, hooo
Who may be next?
Hooo, hooo
Who may be next? 

Who May Be Next?

God's giving you one last chance
To seek, to knock, to ask
Before the last and final dance
Are you equal to the task?

It ain't based on church attendance
Flagellation, pain or penance
Retribution, rage or vengeance
He offers grace if you're repentant

What will this generation do?
What'll it take to awaken you?
Will you hit your knees n pray?
Or will you push Jesus away?

You're headin' for the crossroads
Which direction ought you to go?
Make the right move, I implore you
No one else can make it for you...

God's giving you one last chance
To seek, to knock, to ask
Before the last and final dance
Are you equal to the task?

It ain't based on church attendance
Flagellation, pain or penance
Retribution, rage or vengeance
He offers grace if you're repentant

He'll commute your sentence
Offers freedom and independence
His kingdom is that tremendous
And we can bask in His presence

What will this generation do?
What'll it take to awaken you?
Will you hit your knees n pray?
Or will you push Jesus away?

I pray you'll make the right choice
Heavenly angels cry n rejoice
When a lost sheep returns to the fold
And you'll walk the streets of gold

You're headin' for the crossroads
Which direction ought you to go?
Make the right move, I implore you
No one else can make it for you...

God's giving you one last chance
To seek, to knock, to ask
Before the last and final dance
Are you equal to the task?

Hooo, hooo
God's giving you one last chance
Hooo, hooo
All you have to do is ask 

One Last Chance - Crossroads

A folk dance tune celebrating a celebratory dance before the Lord of His redeemed.

Dance of the Redeemed

David danced in the street
We'll ask, knock and seek
Lift our hands up and sing
And do the dance of the redeemed

With one accord in heaven's love
We'll store our treasure up above
We'll take the hands of the King
And do the dance of the redeemed

Things aren't always what they seem
Whether they're seen or unseen
On His word we'll learn to lean
We'll see visions,n dream dreams

David danced in the street
We'll ask, knock and seek
Lift our hands up and sing
And do the dance of the redeemed

On his plans we can lean
We can stand beneath His wings
We'll take the hands of the King
And do the dance of the redeemed

Cursed is he who hangs on a tree
His side was burst as He bleeds
He took the curse for you n me
He'll return on a white steed

David danced in the street
We'll ask, knock and seek
Lift our hands up and sing
And do the dance of the redeemed

On his plans we can lean
We can stand beneath His wings
We'll take the hands of the King
And do the dance of the redeemed

Oh death, where is thy sting
To the rugged cross I'll cling
You're my Lord and my king
And your anthem I will sing

He warned us in advance
Giving us one last chance
For our filthy rags to be cleaned
In the dance of the redeemed 

The Dance of the Redeemed

Why certain people turn to guns when they can't win the public debate.

When Bullets Speak

Extrapolating between the Charlie Kirk assassination and the movie Snake Eyes.

Dancing in Deception - Snake Eyes

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