Colleen Livingston

The Day Isaac was Born

on Nov. 21, 2018

The Day Isaac was Born

Colleen Livingston

I remember the day as vibrant as light;
When Isaac, my child, was born to this life.

As radiant shining with crystals of blue;
His eyes were like thunder, yet piercing he knew.

This child of light has come to the world;
Not one thing will hinder, God’s will for him grows.

I couldn’t imagine a child so bright;
The Father and Son smiled fondly his sight.

Doting they saw him, a gift they did give;
For me to hold close and protect him to live.

This is not a child of common profaned;
"A heavenly creature in our charge!" God proclaimed.

The day he was born all of heaven did see;
The angels were shouting, "The Lord’s victory!"

The saints will come marching towards His holy throne;
Singing sweet praises of life we now know.

Isaac, my son, how I cherish this time;
While you are still young, in my bosom you climb.

Someday you will grow as a pillar so tall;
That many will hear you, and answer the call.

They’ll lay down their lives one soul at a time;
To give Christ the glory and be one with His vine.

A victor so grand that the world has not seen;
When all the saints marching, will reign endlessly.

Amazing he shines, to show them the way;
Forever his torch will burn high with His flame.

Amen

Did you Hear his Whisper?

Colleen Livingston

Did you hear His whisper in the night give His last final word?
He granted that you live with Him eternally and not deterred.

He waved His hands up in the sky to show you where to go;
He raised His body from the ground, the seed dead, now lives to grow.

He never meant to bring you harm but only victory;
He came to show you His great grace to live eternally.

We stand here now right by His side, no longer need to fear;
He's driven out the darkest cast, no longer shed your tears.

You have been chosen for such a time to bring forth His great name;
So do not to take it lightly but stand firm, march forth, His fame.

Glorious above the skies the saints are marching loud;
They sing amidst the angels marching forth on that great cloud.

O King of Glory this is the time for your fullness be revealed;
I march here now amidst the stars, light up the sky unveiled.

Jesus, King, Sweet Lord of Lords, how beautiful you are;
We sing and worship You, Sweet Lord, amidst the brightest stars.

It all has come, the time is now, to march forth in victory;
The hour of your majesty will reign here endlessly.

Did you hear His whisper when you went to sleep last night?
It's time to let this hour come, for Him, we march to fight.

No longer tired, weary, broken souls, with weakness in our veins;
But strong He gives us all we need to glorify His name.

The After Life

on Nov. 21, 2018

The After Life

Colleen Livingston

We're living in the After Life from now through this day forward;
Remembering what was, is gone, it's all been moving towards.

We all shall perish from the Earth to live eternally,
No longer mortal living death, destruction, torment; only victory.

We're living in the After Life from now, through this day forward;
Remembering what was, is gone, it's all been moving towards.

I once had dreamt of all that was, would never be destroyed;
But now I see the truth, dear Lord, for You I am employed.

Remembering the After Life is what I want to see;
Remembering where I belong, to Whom I long to be.

I stand here now, I'm dressed in white, for You my Lord shall see;
I fall down to my knees this night, to give my life to Thee.

I'm living in the After Life, for now the world shall know;
For those who want to see the truth, I pray now for their souls.

I'm living in the After Life, for now the world shall see;
That all that was, it still now is, and will be eternally.

His name is Lord, Annointed One, the Pure and Spotless Lamb;
He lives here now, the After Life, giving us the strength to stand.

Stand Firm

on Nov. 21, 2018

Stand Firm

Colleen Livingston

I am struck by your beauty, Lord, the wonders that you are;
To know that you are here with me, never are you far.
I shall not fear the evil one, even in the valley dark;
Among the ashes and the dust, no matter what we do embark.

You are a wonder, your ways not ours, but glorious they are;
Cancer may infest this world, no matter what you are not far.
Sores break out, and death ensues, but lifted up we are;
Upon this rock of righteousness, stand firm we will not fall.

Even though this world will fall and see its final days;
Down on upon our knees we fall and seek you do we pray.
We grab a hold of what is right, we will not turn away;
Just as it was foretold before, your light will never fade.

Lifted up we want to be with all the saints that day;
When all that’s good is stripped away, this world is dark and gray.
Lord, wake up all the saints who are to march unto the end;
Forever claiming your great name, forever we defend.

Jesus, freedom, without a cost, because you love us so;
Revealing all the mysteries, for those who are wise will know.
Stand firm until the end, no matter what we have to sow;
Our lives are not our own now Lord, from milk to meat we’ve grown.

Stand firm until the end, not matter what’s to come your way;
Hold fast to what you know is right, do not deny or betray.
He took upon Himself and died to save us from our sins;
Now show Him how you love Him back, by standing to the end.

I am Reconciled

on Nov. 21, 2018

I am Reconciled

Colleen Livingston

If I walked a thousand miles
And marked my flag down by a tree;
It would not mean a thing
Unless I did it all for Thee.

I am reconciled dead now;
My life is not my own.
Whatever you decide to do;
My body’s dead to dust is thrown.

No longer do I live for me
Deciding what I want to be;
Deciding what would make me happy.
I am reconciled dead, my life I live for Thee.

I can see what Your one life has done;
You made a ripple in the earth.
A drop of life into the ocean;
Works His way to make us pure.

I see now how You did the job,
By showing us the way.
By dying up upon that cross,
Holy Lamb of God was slain.

If One who died for many, to give eternal life;
Then many died for One, carrying torch to ignite.
Imagine a great multitude being slain upon the cross;
This world would see a harvest of great souls, no longer lost.

We are reconciled dead, no longer life our own;
We give it all to you our Lord, rich soil to be sown.
We are reconciled dead, our lives we give to you;
Our life an offering to be poured out in all we do.

When you died upon that cross, you had us all in mind;
To reconcile all the lost, to heal all the blind.
An offering you were to us forever we do see;
Worshiping the Lord of Hosts for all eternity.

My life is yours I lay it down, forever true to you;
Exalted high above the earth, I’ll stand and walk with you.
It’s worth it all, I lay it down, never looking back;
Lord God of Hosts you are so brave, the Leader of the Pack.

Thank you Lord from this day forward;
For all you are to do.
For everything that must still come;
To save the multitude.

Amen






The Saints are Coming Home

Colleen Livingston

Redeemed, I am like a bird, I can fly
Thanks to You, my past is shattered, gone by.

You take what was, and make it new
The darkness shattered, in the sea you threw.

My sins are far away now, never to be seen;
You are my testimony, freedom for all to see.

I will not hang low or be dragged down;
Like a light on a lamp stand, I will shine renowned.

You bore the sins of many, when You died upon that cross;
Lifted up to heaven now baring beauty from the dust.

Never to be looked upon this world as darkened gloom;
It is because of You, my Lord, Your light can see us through.

You cast away all darkness, it must vanish in Your sight;
Far away You cast it down, Your torch flamed high, ignite.

Crystal glass is glaring, see the rainbow, jasper, blue;
Clearing out the way for all the saints of multitude.

This last and final hour so much glory to behold;
When all of us go marching towards the One who’s true, foretold.

My Lord we are Your chosen ones, to spread like rapid fire;
The sky will fill with stars so bright this last and final hour.

Inside we carry all we need, this Treasure we behold;
Yes, on our way we’re marching forth, the saints are coming home!


Please Restore Me

on Nov. 21, 2018

Please Restore Me

Colleen Livingston

Your eyes are like flames of fire;
In my heart, You are my burning desire.
Like flashes of lightening a roaring thunder;
The earth quakes from heaven down under.

Your voice is like many waters,
Crashing out to sea I hear your cry,
A blast of heat from a distant sky;
I hear you tread among us as you pass by.

Your gentle touch holds me upright with strength;
Under your wings you keep me safe.
I will not cast my foot upon a stone,
Lest I fall and I am left all alone.

I am upheld by your mercy, I have life;
You trickle oil down my spine.
Filling my lamp, you make me pure inside;

Jesus, I want to be your spotless bride;
Without blemish I want to be holy in stride.                                                                                                                                                       

You are the One who can change me,
Please restore me and make me presentable for thee.

To Be Forgiven Much Means to Love Much

Colleen Livingston

To be forgiven much means to love much;
Remembering where I came from and such.
You threw it all away no longer thinking of it;
What kind of God that You pulled me from the pit.

To be forgiven much means to love much;
This means I stand by Your side wherever You thrust.
Your wish is my command;
The fact that I get to stand in Your Holy Land.

To be forgiven much means to love much;
Bound to You with all I do in constant touch.
Much is owed to You, You are all I have;
The fact that I am Your daughter and You, my Dad.

To be forgiven much means to love much;
Your body on the Earth, Your will I will clutch.

To be forgiven much means to love much;                                                                                                                                                    Yes, to be forgiven much means...

To love much.

Stay in His Tide

on Nov. 21, 2018

Stay in His Tide

Colleen Livingston

Dabbling in a distant storm,
Forget about the “new world reform”,
Our focus is on Jesus , to whom we conform.

In His image we walk among the earth,
Discerning the powers that be and lure,
Wise as a fox we can see the deepest stir.

Put on your armor, prepare for war,
This is not a small thing we are to endure;
But protected we will be under Him, who is pure.

Do not walk in pride or be arrogant in stride,
The enemy prowls to capture you in an opportune time;
Humble and contrite we will walk in the flow of His tide.

Resigned we will be to what He wills and decides,
His ways are not our ways, so line up to light up the sky.
Glorious He will be upon His horse He will ride.

This is the final hour, yes, much is to come;
So give up control, into His arms is where to run.
There is no time to dabble in the worldy ways of fun.

Listen to your inner man, follow your gut.
It may not make sense to others you love;
As one who is of the spirit, fly like a dove.

We serve a different Master, who gives sight to the blind;
Who heals the sick and is a treasure to find;
His name is Jesus, the Anointed One, defined.

Since Before There Was Time

Colleen Livingston

Since before there was time
You brought tears to my eyes.
Remembering you when I died on that cross
Never have I ever seen it as loss.

To give you My life surrendered on earth
Is worth all eternity with you I am sure.
I knew all along you’d pick me and run,
Pressed onto the mark radiant as the Son.

Since before there was time
I laid down My life, so you would be Mine.
When I remember the moment I hung on that tree,
I knew you would lift your heart up to Me.

I have no regrets my purpose fulfilled,
I would do it again, if my Father willed.
Before there was time such beauty beheld,
The unveiling story that will soon foretell.

I come as a King parading my Bride!
Her beauty immaculate, she stands by My side.
Exalted my Queen she stands next to Me,
As judge she will reign for eternity.

Since before there was time
I knew you’d be mine
I would do it all over for this one, so divine.

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