Jordan Mentz

When will she be ready for you
When will she be able to give everything to you
When will you return to take away your bride
When will you choose to make the church your own

She is being gathered
She is being molded into all you want her to be
She is waiting for you to take her home
She anticipates your return

She is being healed
Her time is coming
The opportunity for her to grow is now
She is moving because of you

When will you come back for her
When will you see in her what you’ve created for her to become
She will be ready; for you are preparing to take her home
Take away the veil that hides her from seeing you

A song about the church

Carry me in your arms Daddy
I don’t mean to stray away from the one who loves me
Keep me in your pasture, grazing upon the words of life
Like a sheep, hold me so that I may hear your heart beating

I feel like I’ve known the way to life but I keep dabbling in sorrow
I feel like I’ve been hurt beyond repair, because my heart has broken
Struggling to keep my head up and looking into my Savior’s eyes
Feeling the warmth that comes from you whisperin’ I’ve finally found you

Layin’ on my back with my hands outstretched toward you
Feelin’ my way through the bitter cold, knowin’ with each breath I am one step closer
Telling you how I feel is probably the best because I know you’ll understand
I don’t see how you could take all my sin upon you on the cross

Sometimes I don’t know where to turn because I’ve used the clouds to cover my eyes
Thinkin’ I was protecting myself by hiding from the rays of the sun
Then I realized that your light kept shining through, and you wouldn’t go away
I want to rest in your peace, as you hold me gently in your arms

The shepherd will carry me close when I feel I need to run away
He will find me when I stray away
He will welcome me with His words of love toward me
I just wanna look at the stars and see His face, and let my soul feel His glory.

11 He tends his flock like a shepherd:
He gathers the lambs in his arms
and carries them close to his heart;
he gently leads those that have young.

Isaiah 40:11 (New International Version)

6 We all, like sheep, have gone astray,
each of us has turned to his own way;
and the LORD has laid on him
the iniquity of us all.

Isaiah 53:6 (New International Version)

We all want to be held we all want someone to embrace us
We all want to be loved by someone special
We all want to be hugged and feel like we matter
We all need someone in our lives to provide for our needs

I am held by someone who cares enough to embrace me
I am loved by someone who died for me and that makes me feel special
I am hugged by someone who I am all that matters
God has held me and provided me with all I’ve ever needed

Thinking to myself wouldn’t it be nice to be able to feel God’s hand on me
Thinking that He has already bore all my pain that had left me lame
He has already embraced me in my pain
He talks to me all I have to is listen and let Him have my heart

He has been there for me when I have deserted Him
He was looking for me before I even realized I was lost
God has heard me when I cried out
He is the great physician He is healing me from the inside out

There are times when I question if God really does care
There are times when I ask if God is really there
I am going through so much my heart is broken
But it’s when we are broken that we can feel how much He loves us

Stuck within a room walls around me,
Stuck within a cell that is closing in
I feel like the walls that I create that make me feel safe
Are there to try to protect me, but reality is they are killing heart

I close sections off of my heart because I don’t want to let people in
I don’t want to tell anyone I’m hurting, because I may come across as weak
When I hide my heart from others it creates the illusion that I am safe
But inside I am screaming for someone to rescue me

There are many things that can be shared
But only on the condition that someone truly cared
I thought that every wall I tried to hide behind would protect the heart
I found out the hard way, that I can’t just keep building walls

Inside my heart is a living hell, because I choose not to tell
I may come out of hiding, but I may be a mess when you see me
If you’re willing to help me open up, then I can’t have you leave half way
Because leaving the walls up seems safer to me, than letting it down

Freakin’ out on me, and bein’ real with me are two different things
My walls don’t have to be concrete, but I think they are delicate glass
You may not see them, but then you come crashing through
Leaving me to pick up the shattered pieces trying to figure out why I let you in

I put myself in a room that had yet to be built
Instead of building the outside first, I started making it inside out
Then when I finished I realized I was all alone, longing for a way out
I realized that if I just let you in, you would atleast be with me helping me get out

There are many times that I don’t trust you enough to let you close enough
I don’t know if I made the room soundproof, but it feels like I did
I feel like all my cryin’ out for help, is falling upon deaf ears
I try to get up high enough to see over the wall, but I keep hitting the roof

The walls that we create will eventually crush everything we hoped for
There are many times that we are own worst enemies
There are times when we hurt ourselves more than others
But there is a God who wants to be in that room with you

People can bring healing but it’s because of people I am hurting
People are capable of loving, but I really can’t see what it really means
Til I look at the Cross, and see you on top of Calvary’s tree
People can use their words to bring people joy,
I feel like they use words as a way of revenge
A way to get back at others
A way to try to ease away the pain that they feel
Because if they can hurt someone else, it seems like they hurt less
Tryin to use your tongue to bring life, is much harder than bringing death

People can be stubborn
People can be hurt
People can be forgiving
People can be loving

Trying to figure out what is going on before it is too late
Tryin’ to decide another’s fate, by speaking words of hate
To regain the trust that was broken by the words that brought you pain
Figurin’ out who you can trust, and who will turn their back on you

Sharing the things that keep your heart beating,
Can be the very things that you learn to hate
I don’t like sharing pieces my heart
Because they may return as shattered glass
Trying to make sense of everything

If people really knew what their words could do
Would people tell eachother that we mattered
Would people use their words for good
When I look at the words that were meant to heal
I find that my heart is healing more than I thought