Before ,during, and after our visit.

Disclaimer: This video contains screaming and loud guitar.
Don’t be alarmed, simply read the lyrics, then read Haggai, then buy the album “Vheissu” soonafter…
We dream of ways to break these,
Iron bars.
We dream of black nights without,
Moon or stars.
We dream of tunnels and of,
Sleeping guards.
We dream of blackouts in the,
Prison yard.
Heartbroken we found
A gleam of hope.
Harken to the sound,
A whistle blows.
Heaven sent reply,
However small,
Evidence of life,
Beyond these walls.
Born and bred,
In this machine.
Wardens dread,
To see us dream.
We hold tight,
To legends of,
Real life;
The way it was before.
We dream of jailers throwing,
Down their arms.
We dream of open gates and,
No alarms.
We dream of ways to break these,
Iron bars.
We dream of black nights without,
Moon or stars.
We dream of ways to break these,
Iron bars.
We dream of black nights without,
Moon or stars.
We dream of ways to break these,
Iron bars.
We dream of black nights without,
Moon or stars.
Heartbroken we found
A gleam of hope.
Harken to the sound,
A whistle blows.
Heaven sent reply,
However small,
Evidence of life,
Beyond these walls.
Born and bred,
In this machine.
Wardens dread,
To see us dream.
We hold tight,
To legends of,
Real life;
The way it was before.
Look to the day,
The earth will shake,
These weathered walls,
Will fall away.
Look to the day,
The earth will shake,
These weathered walls,
Will fall away.
Look to the day,
The earth will shake,
These weathered walls,
Will fall away.
Look to the day,
The earth will shake,
These weathered walls,
Will fall away….
“And I will shake all nations, so that the treasures of all nations shall come in, and I will fill this house with glory, says the Lord of hosts.”
- Haggai 2:7
Am I a soldier of the cross,
A follower of the Lamb,
And shall I fear to own His cause,
Or blush to speak His Name?
Must I be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas?
Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?
Sure I must fight if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord.
I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by Thy Word.

- Isaac Watts
ca. 1722
Extend mercy, Father, to Your wayward servant
for You are a God full of compassion toward the works of Your hands
Wash me clean, Father, for my filthiness is ever before me
It is inescapable, it is imprisoning
I am reminded constantly, Father of how needy I am of You,
and of what an awesome God you are to even take thought of me
What I have done is inexcuseable
There is no one else to blame, I have sinned in Your sight.
Nothing I do is hidden from You, Father,
yet You love me in my most wretched moments
I have sinned against love,
I have spit in the face of the One who cherishes me as a son
The One who longs to spend time with me,
to reveal amazing things from His Word to me
The One who is proud of me when all others have forsaken,
the One who is all things true and Truth Himself
- S.G.R. Webster
December 2000
excellent words as we begin our journey through the prophets in Intro to the Old Testament & as we prepare for this year’s play…
“We need to forget the imaginary Christ who has been ours too long and to rediscover the real Christ, the Christ of the prophets and the martyrs and the confessors, the Christ who is not only the lover of souls but also master, a monarch with demands to make in industry, in finance, in education, in the arts, in marriage, in the home; the Christ who is teacher of a social ideology which has eternal validity; the Christ who cries aloud with convincing force, ‘He who would save his life will lose it; only he who is willing to lose his life, can find it.’”
… Bernard Iddings Bell, Still Shine the Stars