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  • Monica Album Work Progress Report and New Site Improvements

    So right now we are sitting in a consideration of the life of Saint Augustine’s mother Monica. In case you were unaware, soon after Augustine’s conversation and baptism his mother dies. The entire episode is detailed in book 9 of his Confessions.

    This has been a challenging album to work on. There is a lot of rich material and my methods and care around the album work has shifted a bit as well. I have a few song that for sure will be on the final album but others that are just not quite there.

    One thing I began to do during this phase of album creation is to have my trusty A.I. robot companion produce some daily scholarly articles on Monica and Augustine’s reflections or her from the Confessions. I like to use the text to speech mechanism in the app to listen to these on occassion.

    At some point this album will get released but really I am in no hurry and want to do right by it so I am sitting a bit longer in the material and doing a bit more producer input on this one giving myself some time to come up with more creative angles for songs.

    One especially touching part of the story of Monica is the shared vision Augustine and his mother share immediately prior to her death. It is a fascinating moment in Augustine’s writing where he details a supernatural experience of the presence of God. We would all I think do well to pray for and seek such a blessing and even more with family member or a friend. In the case of Monica and Augustine it began with a conversation considering what God had in store for His people beyond this earthly life. Here is a taste!

    Raising ourselves with a more ardent affection toward the Selfsame, we passed step by step through all bodily things and through the very heaven from which sun, moon, and stars shine upon the earth. We ascended still farther inwardly by thinking, speaking, and marveling at your works; and we came into our own minds and passed beyond them, so that we might touch the region of unfailing abundance, where you feed Israel forever upon the nourishment of truth, and where life is the Wisdom through whom all these things are made—things that have been and things that will be.

    Wow! So there something to check out. 😀

    . . .

    At the same time I have been on a crazy coding agent kick.

    In case you did not know, the A.I. tools have significantly improved over the past half a year both in accuracy and capability. I began to tinker with OpenAI’s Codex tool, another tool called OpenCode as well as Anthropic’s Claude Code. I also expanded into testing out Gemini functionality. Still primarily I use the kleenex of A.I. ChatGPT.

    One significant area of help that has occurred by use of coding tools is the ability to really improve the site and data around my albums and songs. If you visit the site and explore you will see this. We now have lyrics for every song published on our site. VOX has been very hard at work. We added album and song pages and even meanings for the songs to help folks dig deeper into the songs and Augustine’s thought.

    To add a little humor we added a little VOX001 ticker at the bottom of most pages. He shares a little dry Augustine humor. Some of it is funny. Some of it is a groan but still kinda funny lol.

    One huge release on the site is the Study tool. It’s quickly becoming my favorite. It is basically an entire application built into the site that provides a library of public domain texts and translations. It even provides a little music player for study sessions and ability to play back some works in a synthetic text to speech voice that is pretty darn good if I don’t say so myself which I guess I just did.

    I also was able to enlist some additional human help from one of my younger brothers who helped to enter some song pages and provided some helpful feedback on the site looking for bugs. Thank you Jonathan bro!

    All this to say the new album is progressing and do please feel free to check out also all the new things on the site. These tools are so cool and can allow us so many new ways to learn and explore. I am very grateful. God is good.

    Peace!

  • Remembrance on a Friday night

    Recently I got the fun opportunity to hang out with some siblings at a concert. It was awesome! It is so hard these days to catch time with family with so many important things folks have on the daily with family and work and life.

    During that time I got a question about the music. I cannot recall exactly what it was, but I remember it had something to do with listening to one’s own music. It was a good comment and a reminder of the danger of pride and of narcissism. It is likely something many of us struggle with to varying degrees.

    What this made me think about days later was how these songs and this project are really about remembering. Here in Augustine we recall the church of the past and try to give them a voice in the present. It isn’t perfect; it is totally robot tech, and I don’t have any illusions about having any special mojo to make this happen. It is just a matter of care and tinkering and I suspect some small amount of providence given how the project has affected me personally. If you enjoy it I am glad to have you here and if you don’t I hope God softens your heart a little to hear something from someone sometime to be blessed in an incredible way.

    And all that to say one thing that is so wonderful about faith and life in Jesus Christ, hard as it also is, is the reflection on his church and the activity of remembering who we are and what we are and where we have been and how great and kind a God we have, who condescends that he might save and rescue each one.

    So on this Friday night we are remembering a few things:

    Moments with family and friends

    Good songs that helped us through tough times

    Other good songs that challenged and encouraged

    The moments in life that challenge us to really grow beyond [fill in the blank]

    God for his salvation and kindness

    It’s no wonder the Psalmist in Psalm 107 said let us give thanks to the Lord for his unfailing love and his kindness toward the children of men. Let the redeemed of the Lord say so! And that is followed by a list of situations mostly created by individual sin. One reminder there is to call on him in our distress.

    Time to remember some old school salvation Augustinus Vox style. 😊

  • He Became Small

    Here is a little sentimental experiment late on a Friday night. In a moment of reflection I was reminded of another moment many years ago that ended with me finding and reading a moving passage.

    The passage began in this way:

    “To restore man, who had been laid low by sin, to the heights of divine glory, the Word of the eternal Father, though containing all things within His immensity, willed to become small.”

    In the remembering I decided to make this little album:

    The Word Became Small

    https://suno.com/playlist/466f7983-1d5a-4e47-b4e8-d8aca52d3096

  • From Milan to Ostia: After the Water and the Voyage Ahead

    From Milan to Ostia: Instrumental Meditations


    Our newest Augustinus Vox album is a new instrumental project called From Milan to Ostia: Instrumental Meditations.

    The album traces Saint Augustine’s journey immediately after his baptism in Milan in 387 A.D. That moment was one of joy, release, and a new beginning. Augustine later remembered it this way:

    “And we were baptized, and our anxiety about our former life fled away. In those days I could not get enough of the wonderful sweetness I felt as I considered the depth of your plan for the salvation of the human race.”

    But the joy of baptism was not the end of the story.

    After Milan, Augustine traveled south with his mother Monica toward Ostia, the port city of Rome. They intended to sail back to Africa. Instead, Ostia became the place of one of the most beautiful and heartbreaking scenes in the Confessions.

    Augustine writes:

    “There, far from the crowds, after the weariness of our long journey, we were regaining strength for the voyage ahead.”

    That “voyage ahead” was supposed to be the trip home. But for Monica, unexpectedly, it became the journey into the next life.

    Before her death, Monica told Augustine:

    “My God has granted me this far more fully, because I now see you as his servant, despising earthly happiness. What am I doing here?”

    That line became one of the emotional centers of the album. Monica had prayed for Augustine for years. She had followed him, wept for him, pleaded for him, and hoped for him. And now, after seeing him baptized and turned toward God, her deepest earthly hope had been fulfilled.

    This album is meant to sit inside that space: the quiet after baptism, the road south through Italy, the rest at Ostia, the window overlooking the garden, and the farewell Augustine would never forget.

    Because the album is instrumental, there are no lyrics telling the listener what to think. Instead, the music tries to meditate on the movement of the story itself: joy, pilgrimage, rest, memory, and loss.

    Tracklist

    1. After the Water

    The album opens in the stillness after baptism. The old anxiety has fled, and Augustine stands at the beginning of a new life.

    2. Farewell to Milan

    A reflective departure from the city of baptism, Ambrose, and new faith. Joy is still present, but the road is already calling.

    3. The Little Company

    Augustine does not travel alone. This track imagines the small circle of family and companions moving together after the great turning point.

    4. Southward Through Italy

    The journey begins to stretch across the land. The music follows the movement from Milan toward Rome, carrying both hope and fatigue.

    5. Psalms for the Journey

    Augustine remembered the sweetness of God’s salvation after baptism. This track imagines prayer, song, and meditation accompanying the road.

    6. The Port of Rome

    Ostia appears as the threshold between lands, seas, and lives. It is a place of waiting, rest, and preparation for the voyage ahead.

    7. Window of Ascent

    At Ostia, Augustine and Monica share a moment of spiritual vision at a window overlooking a garden. This track meditates on that quiet ascent of the soul.

    8. Earthly Hopes Fulfilled

    Monica has seen what she longed to see: Augustine as God’s servant, no longer clinging to earthly happiness. Her deepest hope has been answered.

    9. Before the Tears

    Before Augustine’s grief breaks open, there is a sacred stillness. This track lingers in the space just before farewell becomes unavoidable.

    10. The Unfinished Voyage

    The planned voyage to Africa remains unfinished for Monica. Her journey turns beyond this life, leaving Augustine with memory, grief, and hope.

    From Milan to Ostia is not only a journey across Italy.

    It is a journey from water to farewell, from earthly hope to eternal longing, from the joy of baptism to the mystery of the voyage beyond.

  • Reflections on the Post-baptism Journey to Ostia on the Tiber

    And we were baptized, and our anxiety about our former life fled away.

    In those days I could not get enough of the wonderful sweetness I felt as I considered the depth of your plan for the salvation of the human race.

    We were asking what place would be best for us to serve you, and together we were returning to Africa.

    And while we were at Ostia on the Tiber, my mother died. I pass over much because I am hurrying.

    There [at Ostia on the Tiber], far from the crowds, after the weariness of our long journey, we were regaining strength for the voyage ahead.

    Here we have a few quotations from Book 9 of the Confessions which instruct us on where our journey with Augustine will next take us. We will move from the city of Milan in northern Italy to the south towards the port of Rome referred to as Ostia. Augustine does not tell us much about the trip but it would have been a much longer journey than our previous journey from the countryside of Cassiciacum to Milan. That earlier trip might have taken at most 3 days, whereas the trip to Ostia, we expect, may have taken about a month.

    It is fascinating to me that many of the places mentioned by Augustine still exist today as we have a modern-day Milan, Rome and Ostia. You can even plan a trip if you wish to copy the journey yourself today on Google Maps, though admittedly Google couldn’t find me a way there from Des Moines lol.

    If, however, I start from Milan and plan a trip to Rome and then Ostia, I can get some sense of their potential journey.

    This is not to say of course that modern roads correspond to where ancient roads would have taken Augustine and his little company. In fact we know something of the roads of that time and more than likely the journey was not nearly as direct as a car trip would be today. For certain it would not be a mere 7-8 hours but as mentioned about a month-long journey.

    Imagine what that might have looked like for our little band of travelers: Augustine at age 33, his mother Monica at age 56, Augustine’s teenage son Adeodatus, his brother Navigius, Evodius, possibly even Alypius and perhaps a few unnamed persons. We know this was likely the company due to clues in the text of Confessions Book 9, which explicitly mentions those names and references friends and household at the time of Monica’s death and immediately prior.

    The text doesn’t tell us too much of the journey so we will let our minds imagine a bit. What it does tell us, however, is that, as they left, they were experiencing a joy at their recent baptism and that ahead of them was a long, tiresome journey that resulted in a pause at Ostia followed by an unexpected time of grieving due to the untimely death of Monica.

    In fact Augustine relates that prior to her death Monica actually spoke to him in a kind of foreshadowing way about how all her aims in life were fulfilled in seeing those she cared about come to know Christ. He recalls that she put it this way:

    My son, as far as I am concerned, I no longer take delight in anything in this life. What I am still doing here, and why I am still here, I do not know, for every hope I had in this world is now used up.

    There was only one reason I wanted to remain a little longer in this life: so that before I died I might see you as a Catholic Christian. My God has granted me this far more fully, because I now see you as his servant, despising earthly happiness.

    What am I doing here?

    Soon after saying this Monica will become ill and die and pass into glory.

    So in considering where we go next on our journey I plan to do another instrumental album. It will take us on this journey from the spiritual heights experienced at Milan on a journey to Ostia on the Tiber. We will stop before Monica’s death but will look to foreshadow it. After this we will move into another lyric album specifically on Monica and Augustine’s remembrance of her.

    In doing a little fun imagining with the A.I. I was able to come up with a pretty cool map of the journey. It started with a first draft and quickly moved into our 80s vibe. Here they are for your enjoyment.

    First Draft

    Second draft 80s rock edition

    To see more about where we have come from and where we are going, you can listen to Confessions Book 9 yourself here:

  • Celebratory Piano Sounds (new album: Piano Sessions)

    Well it’s official!

    The publish button has been hit on our newest album:

    Piano Sessions

    You can click the album cover above to begin listening to the album on Suno without any ads. I expect the album will soon arrive on Spotify, iTunes, YouTube, Amazon and other stores.

    Click here for Spotify

    So a little about this album…

    It has been under construction for quite some time. Longer than any album I’ve worked on previously for sure. The album is really a celebration of the journey so far with Augustine and Augustinus Vox. I had hoped to release it on my birthday last week on April 19 but normal human festivities prevailed, for which I’m grateful as there were some additional changes I made and testing I did even in the last week.

    One of the major late changes was a decision to modify the opening song of the album. I originally intended to begin the album with a Piano version of the opening song from our Soliloquies album called Opening Prayer. This was the shape of the album for quite some time but in a moment of recollection I began to recall an older song I’d made back in some early experiments with Against the Skeptics called To My Friend Romanianus. I couldn’t get away from the song and it became the opener Receive this Song. I found it to be a sort of dedication to any who might venture along this journey with me. 🙂

    History of the Opener: Receive This Song

    Some time after that album was released I was experimenting further with the ideas after releasing On Order. I decided it might be a neat experiment to try to do draft albums for each book of Contra Academicos that were more faithful to the text of the work and call it something like Contra Academicos: The Complete Journey.

    [Disclaimer: If you want to listen to it you can do so by clicking here but be warned unlike our published albums this has little to no QA. I call it a draft album.]

    The idea was forming that perhaps a good way to learn Augustine was to work with his ideas in a variety of degrees. First a lighter album and then on to something a bit more dense. Learning topics of theology and philosophy is hard for me and I find the music a helpful way to engage with the ideas and appropriate them. Regardless, that draft album was pretty cool on the listen-through, enough that I sent it to a friend. I continue to work with Contra Academicos to this day and have an idea that it might make a pretty entertaining stage play were it infused with a bit of 80s rock and humor.

    More on Piano Sessions

    So how did we get from 80s rock to Piano? Well, I enjoy a variety of music styles and I enjoyed the idea of Vox and band making me an album for my birthday to celebrate all the work we’ve put into the project. You’ll find in Piano Sessions many covers of some of my favorite songs that we’ve created over the last year as well as a few new original songs which I also call Piano Sessions Version because they all originate from an 80s rock version. Some have little echoes of their source as a rock ballad which is quite surprising at times. Additionally there are a few unique ones in there that are sure to be favorites of someone out there.

    An Overview of the Originals

    Receive This Song

    Receive This Song as mentioned is the opener to the album. The song is drawn from the opening of Contra Academicos where Augustine writes to his patron and friend Romanianus.

    Light-Giver of the Dawn

    This is the second original song on the album that comes at the end of the first half of the album. It comes from an ancient hymn attributed to Hilary of Poitiers.

    Orabo

    Orabo is actually a hymn fragment attributed to Saint Ambrose. In our Ambrosian Hymns album this song is what is behind Heart and Spirit. The term Orabo means “I will pray” which is how that hymn fragment begins. Orabo was first published in its rock form on Suno and on YouTube. You can listen below. A fantastic instrumental!

    I Will Pray (Orabo Interlude)

    This song comes as a short interlude. It is a cover of our instrumental Orabo above but with the lyrics of the hymn fragment I quite enjoyed.

    And finally…

    The First and the Last

    This song is probably my favorite on the album and I can never wait to get to it. It originated from our exploration of the works of Ambrose. Specifically it came out of experiments with Ambrose’s Hexameron.

    Well, all this to say, I hope you enjoy this new album. I know I sure do.

    Thank you as always for listening and reading!!

    Until the next sounds drop!

    -Kyle

  • Friday Night Live Show April 17, 2026

    We had another live show test this last Friday, but it seems that, in my distraction, I forgot to publish it.

    I think we are getting closer to nailing it down. Take a listen and see if you agree.

    https://suno.com/playlist/1d1245b3-2e4d-40c2-a6b5-20661acb8d27

  • The Story of The Living Law

    Analytics are funny things to examine.

    Recently out of curiosity I logged into my distributor account and pulled down a report of every Augustinus Vox song and the number of times it has been played. This report does not include Spotify, where nearly half of all listens come in, so I also pulled a separate Spotify report to get those numbers.

    I sent both reports to the “A.I. overlord” and I inquired about the top 10 tracks by number of plays. It responded back with the top 10 tracks, which quite surprised me because a song I did not expect was listed first. Here is the list.

    1. The Living Law
    2. Shadow of a Doubt
    3. The Handing Over
    4. Canticle of the Creatures
    5. The Order of Love (Instrumental)
    6. Grief and Gratitude
    7. The Light Beyond the Tomb – Piano Sessions Version
    8. Nothing for Certain
    9. Heart and Mind
    10. The Question of Joy

    Upon checking further it seems that someone recently utilized The Living Law within some kind of social media short or ad and this caused it to jump up to the number one spot.

    On seeing this, I began a journey to recall what that song was about and how it came to be. One memory that is very distinct is that the idea for the song occurred to me over a lunch break and that it was a song inspired by Augustine’s Retractions where he comments on and critiques his past works. At the time I had been working and thinking about the Immortality of the Soul album for several weeks and had essentially finished the album. I was in what I call the QA stage where I listen over and over and then make micro adjustments to songs and sometimes regenerate a song entirely when I like the tune but dislike aspects of how it sounds or the way the lyrics are sung. In this phase I explored Augustine’s Retractions and he had this to say about the work:

    After the books of the Soliloquies, once I had returned from the countryside near Milan, I wrote a book called On the Immortality of the Soul. I had intended it to serve as a kind of reminder for finishing the Soliloquies, which had been left incomplete. But somehow, against my wishes, it got into people’s hands, and so it is counted among my works. At the very beginning, the force and brevity of its chain of arguments make it so obscure that it tires even my own attention when it is read, and I can hardly understand it myself.

    Then, because I was thinking of nothing but human souls, I said in one argument in that same book, “There cannot be any discipline in that which learns nothing.” And elsewhere I said, “Knowledge embraces nothing except what belongs to some discipline.” It did not occur to me that God does not learn disciplines, and yet has knowledge of all things, including foreknowledge of future events. Something similar appears where I said, “No being has life together with reason except the soul.” But life without reason certainly cannot be denied of God, since in him there is both the highest life and the highest reason. And I also said earlier, “That which is understood is always of this kind,” even though the mind too is understood, and yet it is not always of this kind. Again, when I said that the mind cannot be separated from eternal reason because it is not joined to it spatially, I certainly would not have said that if I had already been so trained in the Holy Scriptures as to remember what is written: “Your sins separate you from God.” From this it is clear that even things joined not by place but in an incorporeal way can still be said to be separated.

    I also cannot recall what I meant when I said, “If the soul is without a body, it is not in this world.” For are the souls of the dead not without bodies? Or are they not in this world? As though the lower regions are not part of this world. But since I used being “without a body” in a positive sense, perhaps by “body” I meant bodily afflictions. If that is what I meant, then I used the word far too strangely. This too was said rashly: that bodily form is given by the soul from the highest essence, and that a body exists, to whatever degree it exists, through the soul. Therefore, the body subsists through the soul, and exists by the very fact that it is animated, whether universally, as in the world, or particularly, as in each individual living thing within the world. All of this was said altogether too rashly.

    This book begins: “If there is such a thing as discipline anywhere…”

    In the above quote we see Augustine’s awareness that some of what he shared in the work was shared in ignorance of the Scriptures. This idea prompted me to explore a song that incorporated scripture and his later corrections. The song came together quickly and here it is!

  • A New Album Filled with Mystery

    Our new album is officially out and beginning its journey to a streaming platform near you. We call it Ambrosian Catechesis, Vol. 2: The Light of Mystery. Our aim here is to journey with Augustine into the post-baptism instruction he may have received from Ambrose.

    Listen to the album here:

    https://open.spotify.com/album/4C7tgLScVOyhUECRwRtK1X?si=J3cRWY5jSWCm4nxb7xQalA

    We draw on several sources for this album, chiefly a work referred to as On the Mysteries (listen to the entire work translated into English). This is a work of Ambrose where he explains to those newly baptized what they have recently experienced. It is a work filled with biblical imagery and explanation.

    One example is Ambrose’s description of a practice where before baptism, the phrase Ephphatha was spoken over the person. This phrase comes from the Gospels and is a well-known phrase Jesus spoke over a deaf man before healing. Ambrose describes it this way:

    So open your ears, and take in the good fragrance of eternal life, breathed into you through the gift of the sacraments. This is what we signaled to you when, celebrating the mystery of the opening, we said: “Ephphatha”—which means “Be opened”—so that each person coming to grace would know what he was being asked, and would remember what he should answer.

    Christ celebrated this mystery in the Gospel, as we read, when he healed a man who could not speak and could not hear. But he touched the man’s mouth, because he was healing both a man who could not speak and a man himself. In the one case, so that his mouth would be opened by the sound of the voice poured into it; in the other, because that kind of touch was fitting for a man, but not fitting for a woman.

    Here Ambrose touches on the practice of saying Ephphatha as celebrating the mystery of the opening. It is meant, then, both to symbolize the act of God in bringing the person to baptism and to serve as preparation for the act itself. It is a wonderful phrase that symbolizes God’s act of healing the human heart.

    Ambrose himself held a view of baptism in which baptism is a real saving mystery in which God forgives sins, grants new life, joins the believer to Christ, and brings the person into the life of the Church. This is a view both similar to and quite different from the view many Christians hold today. On the one hand a Roman Catholic for example would find much to agree with in the practice and the way it is described, seeing in the descriptions echoes of their own experience in the church. On the other hand an Evangelical would find this view of baptism to be stronger than the typical evangelical view that baptism is a symbol of an inward reality and perhaps be challenged by the ancient understanding to consider a different view. Regardless, both view baptism on a basic level as marking a change that God has worked in bringing a lost person to Himself. And so we celebrate with Ambrose this mystery and consider that wonderful working of God in the heart.

    Another interesting aspect of the quote above is the last sentence regarding the touch being fitting for a man and not a woman. This is not meant to say the practice of saying Ephphatha was not done over both genders. Rather here Ambrose is speaking to a real cultural reality of Jesus’ day in which to perform a healing in the manner of touching the tongue would have been inappropriate had the man not been a man. So think of it like a kind of side comment about the culture and time not as an indication that men received a different version of the rite than a woman. Phrases like this can be a little jarring at times when reading ancient writers and they remind us of the gap in time and culture as I would doubt that a modern teacher would have said the same in that manner. One aspect this phrase brings out though is the very personal nature of the healing Jesus performs for the individual and this is something we know all too well across gender differences. When the Lord moves to heal us he does so at the most personal level. What a cool Lord!

    All this to say we begin our new album with a song inspired by this mystery in the hope we all might experience as well as remember that healing. Ephphatha, friends!

    https://open.spotify.com/track/3lAzvI7EojaXwEtx0pguQs?si=wDE-HptzSbmO6P6XjNt__A

  • Ambrosian Catechesis Vol. 2: The Light of Mystery lyrics | Augustinus Vox

    Released 03/17/2026

    An album inspired by Ambrose’s post-baptism sacramental catechesis, reimagined as a luminous 1980s rock journey through baptism, Eucharist, Spirit, and new life.

    Below are the full lyrics for all 12 tracks from Ambrosian Catechesis, Vol. 2: The Light of Mystery by Augustinus Vox, including “Ephphatha,” “Buried with Him,” “The Bread of Angels,” “New Creation,” and “The Dove Descends.”

    Tracklist

    1. Ephphatha
    2. Buried with Him
    3. The Oil of Strength
    4. The Bread of Angels
    5. New Creation
    6. Our Father
    7. The Red Sea
    8. The Jordan Opens
    9. Signaculum
    10. The Dove Descends
    11. Guard the Door
    12. Choose the Kingdom

    Ephphatha

    Ephphatha
    Be opened

    Open my ears
    Open my mouth
    Open my heart
    Remember

    Ephphatha
    Be opened
    Ephphatha

    Not just the surface
    The unseen
    Not just the sound
    Believe

    Ephphatha
    Be opened

    Ears awake
    Heart awake
    Do not forget

    Ephphatha
    Be opened
    Ephphatha
    Be opened

    Buried with Him

    You stepped into the water
    That looked like any other stream
    Stone and shadow common earth
    Nothing more than it had seemed
    But heaven leaned into the moment
    Though your eyes could only see
    What is touched by grace eternal
    Is not what it appears to be

    Do not trust the surface only
    Do not weigh it by the sight
    What is seen is passing shadow
    What is unseen breathes with life

    You were buried with Him
    In the deep where sin grows still
    You were buried with Him
    In the silence of His will
    Dead to the world that fades and lies
    Raised to God to endless light
    You were buried with Him
    And you rose to life that night

    You confessed the name of Father
    You confessed the Son made known
    You confessed the living Spirit
    Hold the order you were shown
    Not the water did the healing
    Not the river not the tide
    But the grace that moved beneath it
    When the cross stood at your side

    Remember what your voice has spoken
    Remember what your heart has sworn
    Faith has shaped you in that descent
    And a new self has been born

    You were buried with Him
    Where the old self met its end
    You were buried with Him
    Where the grave became a womb again
    Dead to sin its weight undone
    Raised to God forever free
    You were buried with Him
    And you rose to eternity

    Seven times the river called
    And nothing changed within
    Until obedience met mercy
    And grace did what water never did
    So do not doubt what touched you there
    Do not call that moment thin
    What God has sealed in mystery
    No power can unbegin

    You were buried with Him
    Not in symbol not in name
    But in truth that breaks the darkness
    In resurrection flame
    Dead to the world its empty breath
    Alive to God His victory
    Believe this now with steady heart
    These waters were not empty

    Were not empty

    The Oil of Strength

    You rose from out the waters
    And you came before the throne
    Not in weakness not in silence
    But as one the Lord has known
    Then the oil upon your forehead
    Spoke a promise clear and sure
    You are marked for life and courage
    You are chosen and secure

    Like the oil on Aaron’s beard
    Flowing down with holy fire
    Grace was poured upon your calling
    Lifting heart and soul much higher

    This is the oil of strength
    The sign upon your head
    You are crowned with living mercy
    With the life the Spirit said
    This is the oil of strength
    You are sealed and set apart
    Made a royal priest forever
    With His name upon your heart

    Eyes that see must lead the body
    Wisdom rises from the head
    So the blessing finds its purpose
    Where the Spirit’s light is spread
    Not for rest but for the journey
    Not for ease but faithful stand
    Every soul anointed now
    For the work of God’s own hand

    Drawn by love that calls your name
    Drawn by fragrance from the King
    Every heart renewed in courage
    Feels the strength this oil brings

    This is the oil of strength
    The sign upon your head
    You are crowned with living mercy
    With the life the Spirit said
    This is the oil of strength
    You are sealed and set apart
    Made a royal priest forever
    With His name upon your heart

    Draw us after You we answered
    Running in Your risen light
    Breathing in the scent of life
    That turns the darkness into sight
    What was poured is not forgotten
    What was given will remain
    Strength to stand and strength to serve
    In the glory of His name

    This is the oil of strength
    Not a memory not a sign
    But a living gift of power
    Grace that claims this life as mine
    This is the oil of strength
    You are armed with holy fire

    Note: Song ends after the above lyrics but originally it was intended to end with following:


    Sent to walk as risen people
    Sent to lift the world up higher

    The Bread of Angels

    I held it in my hands so ordinary
    A common loaf beneath the candlelight
    But heaven leans in close when the words are spoken
    And the earth remembers why it has a voice

    Not my words no not my breath
    A higher Word that wakes the dust
    The same command that carved out oceans
    Now turns the simple into trust

    Before the Word it’s bread in my sight
    After the Word it’s holy life
    He spoke the stars He spoke the seas
    He speaks this gift inside of me
    No fear of blood no shock of night
    But ransom hidden blazing bright
    The Bread of Angels heaven’s sign
    The living Body mine to find

    He said receive and what He says becomes it
    A promise stronger than my doubt can be
    If all creation rose when He commanded
    Then let my heart rise up and learn to see

    Not my reason no not my proof
    But faithful Witness sure and true
    If He declares it I will answer
    Amen so let it carry through

    Before the Word it’s bread in my sight
    After the Word it’s holy life
    He spoke the stars He spoke the seas
    He speaks this gift inside of me
    No fear of blood no shock of night
    But ransom hidden blazing bright
    The Bread of Angels heaven’s sign
    The living Body mine to find

    I was old an empty name
    A tired creation bent in shame
    But when He speaks He makes me new
    A new creation breaking through
    The altar glows the table stands
    The covenant in open hands
    And in that Word the world is changed
    And I am changed

    Before the Word it’s bread in my sight
    After the Word it’s holy life
    He spoke the stars He spoke the seas
    He speaks this gift inside of me
    No fear of blood no shock of night
    But ransom hidden blazing bright
    The Bread of Angels heaven’s sign
    The living Body mine to find

    Amen amen
    The Word has spoken so I live
    Amen amen
    The Bread of Angels I receive

    New Creation

    I came worn thin by borrowed names
    A fragile heart a debt of shame
    Born with riches lost the gold
    Trading glory for the cold

    But He did not leave me there
    He met me at the font and flame
    Where dying ends the reign of death
    And rising calls me by a Name

    I was old but now I’m new
    A new creation breaking through
    What was dust now learns to breathe
    What was bound is finally free
    Daily Bread eternal flame
    He feeds my life He seals my name
    I was old but now I’m new
    New creation made in You

    Not once a year not distant light
    But living fire here tonight
    If I still fall He still remains
    The medicine for all my pain

    Each time I come with empty hands
    Each time His mercy meets my need
    Not memory alone but life
    Renewed in what I now receive

    I was old but now I’m new
    A new creation breaking through
    What was dust now learns to breathe
    What was bound is finally free
    Daily Bread eternal flame
    He feeds my life He seals my name
    I was old but now I’m new
    New creation made in You

    If I am wounded here is cure
    If I am weak this makes me sure
    If I still stumble in the night
    This Bread restores my strength to fight
    He said today and still He says
    My mercy does not age or fade
    If Christ is risen every day
    Then every day I rise again

    I was old but now I’m new
    A new creation breaking through
    What was dust now learns to breathe
    What was bound is finally free
    Daily Bread eternal flame
    He feeds my life He seals my name
    I was old but now I’m new
    New creation made in You

    Today He feeds me today I live
    Today I rise in what I receive
    Today today
    New creation Amen

    Our Father

    Out of the water out of the night
    I rise with a borrowed breath
    No longer bound to the dust below
    No longer marked by death
    I speak a name I could not claim
    Before the light broke through
    Not distant throne not hidden fire
    But Father calling me too

    Not fear not silence
    Not a stranger’s door
    I stand as one reborn

    Our Father
    High above yet nearer than my breath
    Your kingdom come
    Your will be done
    Here in this fragile flesh
    Give us the bread that does not fade
    Forgive what we became
    Lead us through the trial of night
    Deliver us by name

    Daily hunger daily need
    But not for dust alone
    A living bread a deeper fire
    A life no grave has known
    I learned this prayer beside the font
    Where mercy learned my face
    Where every debt was washed away
    By undeserved grace

    I do not ask as one outside
    But as a child who knows

    Our Father
    High above yet nearer than my breath
    Your kingdom come
    Your will be done
    Here in this fragile flesh
    Give us the bread that does not fade
    Forgive what we became
    Lead us through the trial of night
    Deliver us by name

    Not from stone but from the table
    Not from fear but from the Son
    Every word a mark of promise
    You have made us one
    If You clothe the fields with glory
    If You hear the smallest cry
    How much more will You sustain us
    As we walk this newborn life

    Our Father
    Let Your mercy shape our days
    Your kingdom come
    Your will be done
    In love that never strays
    We are not lost we are not alone
    We speak because we’re known
    Our Father
    Hear the voice of those
    You’ve claimed as Your own

    Our Father

    The Red Sea

    Night fell hard on our escape
    Iron thunder at our heels
    Water towering like a gate
    Panic was the only thing we’d feel

    We cried out shaking out of breath
    Still tasting Egypt in our lungs
    Then Moses raised the staff of God
    And the deep learned a new song

    Cloud ahead fire behind
    You were with us in the fear
    Not by blade and not by might
    By Your promise drawing near

    Through the sea You carried me
    Out of chains into the free
    What was shadow now is true
    What was figure now is new
    Down I go old life erased
    Up I rise remade by grace
    Through the sea at break of dawn
    I am Yours and fear is gone

    Walls of water left and right
    A narrow road Your hand designed
    Every step became a prayer
    Every heartbeat learned to trust Your light

    The cloud came close and covered us
    The fire burned our doubt away
    Where it looked like we would die
    You made a way You made a way

    Not a tale that faded out
    Not a wonder trapped in time
    This same crossing marks us still
    When we meet the water’s line

    Through the sea You carried me
    Out of chains into the free
    What was shadow now is true
    What was figure now is new
    Down I go old life erased
    Up I rise remade by grace
    Through the sea at break of dawn
    I am Yours and fear is gone

    The sea didn’t take the people
    It took the ones who hunted us
    The wave that judged the tyrant’s pride
    Became our rescue bloodless just

    Water and Spirit cover me
    Make my ending be my start
    I die there with the old demand
    I rise here with a living heart

    Through the sea You carried me
    Out of death into the free
    Not to drown beneath the night
    But to rise into the light
    Down I go old life erased
    Up I rise remade by grace
    Through the sea at break of dawn
    I am Yours and fear is gone

    You still speak seas open wide
    Freedom’s born on the other side

    The Jordan Opens

    I came with dust on my hands
    With old names on my skin
    Looking for a river deep enough
    To drown what I’ve been
    I thought the cure was farther off
    Some brighter foreign stream
    But mercy waits in humble water
    Like waking from a dream

    Not every water heals the heart
    Not every wave makes clean
    But grace can take a common thing
    And make it more than seen

    Open Jordan open wide
    Let the old life pass inside
    Not just element not just rain
    But mercy spoken into name
    Down I go and up I rise
    Newborn fire behind my eyes
    When the river meets the Word
    The Jordan opens

    Naaman walked in wounded pride
    Is this the whole of it
    Seven steps into ordinary
    To unmake the counterfeit
    And I know that voice in me
    That bargains doubts delays
    But healing isn’t in the distance
    It’s in obedience’s blaze

    Not every water carries light
    Not every plunge is peace
    But when the Christ steps into it
    The chains begin to cease

    Open Jordan open wide
    Let the old life pass inside
    Not just element not just rain
    But mercy spoken into name
    Down I go and up I rise
    Newborn fire behind my eyes
    When the river meets the Word
    The Jordan opens

    He did not need the washing
    Yet He entered for my sake
    First into the flowing darkness
    So the waters wake
    Then the Dove a sign of gentleness
    Descending without fear
    And the Father’s pleasure thundered
    Love made crystal clear
    Trinitas in one bright moment
    Light within the flood
    He sanctifies the river
    And calls my pulse His own blood

    Open Jordan open wide
    Let the old life pass inside
    Not just element not just rain
    But mercy spoken into name
    Down I go and up I rise
    Newborn fire behind my eyes
    When the river meets the Word
    The Jordan opens
    When the river meets the Word
    The Jordan opens

    Open open open

    Signaculum

    Remember the seal
    Keep what you received
    The Father marked me
    The Son confirmed me
    The Spirit lives within
    A pledge that will not fade

    Wisdom
    Understanding
    Counsel
    Strength
    Knowledge
    Piety
    Holy Fear

    Remember the seal

    Wisdom
    Understanding
    Counsel
    Strength
    Knowledge
    Piety
    Holy Fear

    Guard the gift
    Hold to the vow
    Do not forget
    What God has done

    Wisdom
    Understanding
    Counsel
    Strength
    Knowledge
    Piety
    Holy Fear

    Remember the seal
    Keep what you received

    The Dove Descends

    Not counted with the all things that serve
    Not numbered among the works of hands
    He moves above the waters still
    Unmeasured free and uncommanded
    Not sent like tools from place to place
    Yet present where the faithful are
    A breath that cannot be confined
    A fire that leaves the heart a star

    The world can’t see Him
    The world can’t name Him
    But grace arrives like dawn

    O Dove descending
    Seal of the living God
    Mark of the promise
    Burn away the fog
    Write Your light within me
    Where no thief can tread
    Make my heart Your temple
    Wake what looked like dead
    O Spirit holy Freedom
    Stay and do not cease
    Where You are there is liberty
    Where You are there is peace

    Not merely water on the skin
    But hidden signing in the soul
    A sacred imprint in the chest
    A pledge that makes the shattered whole
    The finger of the living God
    Unbinds the serpent’s ancient claim
    The darkness yields the idols fall
    And fear forgets its former name

    Not lesser not divided
    One working with the Father’s will
    One glory undiminished
    One love that sanctifies us still

    O Dove descending
    Seal of the living God
    Mark of the promise
    Burn away the fog
    Write Your light within me
    Where no thief can tread
    Make my heart Your temple
    Wake what looked like dead
    O Spirit holy Freedom
    Stay and do not cease
    Where You are there is liberty
    Where You are there is peace

    Not a servant among all
    But over all yet near to me
    Not broken into pieces
    Yet poured out endlessly
    Not borrowed fire not passing wind
    You search the depths You know what’s true
    And what You sanctify endures
    A new creation made in You

    O Dove descending
    Seal of the living God
    Sign of adoption
    Calling me beloved
    Keep Your mark upon me
    Till the final day
    Let my life confess You
    Light that will not fade
    O Spirit holy Freedom
    Stay and do not cease
    Where You are there is liberty
    Where You are there is peace

    Guard the Door

    Night leans close to the chamber wall
    A hand is near but I will not give all
    Not every voice may cross this place
    Not every word may wear His face

    I learned to keep the threshold still
    To wait for more than passing thrill
    A quieter fire a deeper sound
    The kind that turns the whole heart round

    Guard the window
    Guard the flame
    Let no stranger
    Rename the Name

    Guard the door
    Keep the chamber for the Word
    Closed to the noise
    But open when He’s heard
    Sealed with mercy
    Marked by holy fire
    Guard the door
    Keep the hidden heart higher

    Hortus conclusus hidden and bright
    A wellspring covered from the wasting night
    Not locked by fear not sealed by pride
    But kept for Christ to dwell inside

    Wash the feet and guard the way
    Do not let the old dust stay
    What has been opened by His grace
    Let nothing common now deface

    Guard the speaking
    Guard the eyes
    Keep them clear
    For truer light

    Guard the door
    Keep the chamber for the Word
    Closed to the noise
    But open when He’s heard
    Sealed with mercy
    Marked by holy fire
    Guard the door
    Keep the hidden heart higher

    When He knocks
    Rise up quickly
    When He calls
    Do not delay
    He does not love
    The careless slumber
    He loves the soul
    That makes Him stay

    Myrrh will fall from opened hands
    Grace will breathe through guarded lands
    And what was once a restless room
    Becomes a living place for Him

    Guard the door
    Keep the chamber for the Word
    Closed to the noise
    But open when He’s heard
    Sealed with mercy
    Marked by holy fire
    Guard the door
    Keep the hidden heart higher

    Be still
    Be sealed
    Be ready
    For the Word

    Choose the Kingdom

    I remember the questions in the quiet light
    I remember my voice in the holy night
    Not in the shadows not in the grave
    Written among the living bold and brave
    I said no to the old chains clinging to my name
    I said no to the glitter that burns like flame

    I won’t bargain with the dark
    I won’t wear its borrowed crown
    I’m not drifting anymore
    I’m turning now

    I choose the Kingdom
    I choose the King
    I turn to the sunrise
    I let the new life begin
    I renounce the lie
    I release the dream that destroys
    I choose the Kingdom
    With my mouth with my heart with my voice

    Water on my skin but more than water there
    Grace in the unseen fire in the air
    Not just a symbol not just a sign
    A living work that rewrites my time
    The old self sinking the new self raised
    A clean yes spoken and heaven praised

    I won’t look back to Egypt
    I won’t fear the waves
    The path is open through the deep
    And I am saved

    I choose the Kingdom
    I choose the King
    I turn to the sunrise
    I let the new life begin
    I renounce the lie
    I release the dream that destroys
    I choose the Kingdom
    With my mouth with my heart with my voice

    Seal me with wisdom
    Teach me to see
    Understanding
    Wake up in me
    Counsel and strength now
    Steadying me
    Knowledge and piety
    Rooted in me
    Holy fear guard me
    Keep me in awe
    Help me preserve
    What I received in Your law

    Set Your seal on my heart
    Like a fire that can’t be drowned
    No flood can silence love
    No river takes it down

    I choose the Kingdom
    I choose the King
    I turn to the sunrise
    I let the new life begin
    I renounce the lie
    I release the dream that destroys
    I choose the Kingdom
    With my mouth with my heart with my voice

    I’m turned to the morning
    I’m done with the night
    I choose the Kingdom
    And I will keep the light