My Day of Tribulation (I Samuel 19)

In my day of tribulation,
When I'm pressed on every side,
I seek refuge for salvation,
In what bulwark shall I hide?
Though the state is made for justice,
Though I'm friends with those on high,
Government fails those who trust it,
Statist power is shown a lie.

Shall I turn to friends and family?
Peace is good to find at home.
Even those who understand me,
Can not keep my heart from doom.
Look to Christ for your redemption,
He can save from any lurch.
Other refuge is pretension,
Without Jesus and His church.

The Son Must Surely Die (I Samuel 14:24-52)

Like father so is son,
When sin is thus begun.
So rashness births resentment,
Unreason -- disrespect,
From insolence to anger,
Heap defect with defect.

With sin that we supply,
Relationships will die.
Our selfishness a coffin,
Our love a sepulcher,
Our progeny forgotten,
But apathy endures.

The son must surely die,
Without a sacrifice:
The covenant is broken.
Though Saul or Abraham,
Let neither slay his children,
For God's Son is our lamb.

Lord, raise me from the crypt,
With Your relationship,
And be my holy Father,
That I may be like You.
And Father, too, my family,
Make Christ our common glue.

Domocentric

You called me, Lord, to take dominion here,
In fruitfulness and preaching that is clear.
In what way can I reach the world for You?
In fame and popularity pursue?
Through kings and wall street are You served the best?
Does earth’s success define Christian success?
I can not ever reach the world for You,
‘Til You are worshiped in my living room.
So I must teach my children in Your ways,
In domesticity to preach Your grace.
Through faithful households You desire to work,
And from the home You spread to all the earth.
The place where greatest fruitfulness will come,
Is in a home surrendered to Your Son.