Author: Dustin Rogers

You say it’s not the time, that your love for me can wait…Your Worship is a waste the cheapest kind So I’m pushed aside, while you labor for your own…You’re tryin’ to get ahead with Me behind   In this barren place, Your bags are full of holes…You’re sinking like the sun beneath the sand My Rod is grace So turn to Me again that you may feel the warmth of My embrace   O Haggai point My Beloved to the skies O Malachi plead for a Worship on the Rise   You say, “How have You loved?” Like...

There are some things that make me uneasy There is an edge that draws foe more than friend But here is my life I am face down below For O Lord if I leave where else could I go?   Some of your Words will censor the seeker Lessons of love that won’t scratch any itch But here are my hands Your seed I will sow For O Lord if I leave where else could I go?   *Chorus Jesus, You have the Words of Life Holy One…Emmanuel I believe Your Word will ransom the soul So Lord I...

There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel’s veins; And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains. Lose all their guilty stains Lose all their guilty stains And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.   The dying thief rejoiced to see that fountain in his day; And there may I, though vile as he, wash all my sins away. Wash all my sins away, Wash all my sins away And there may I, though vile as he, wash all my sins away.   **Jesus You are One, You Hold the...