Ep 083 (S5E1) Killing Time: What the Resurrection Means to Me (in Song): Pt 2

References:Ephesians 5:15-20v 15 - ἀκριβῶς (ak-ree-boce') - exactly, accurately, diligently, circumspectlyfrom ἀκριβής - strict, exact, carefulof the strictest sect: the most precise and rigorous in interpreting the Mosaic law, and in observing even the more minute precepts of the law and traditionv 16 - ἐξαγοραζόμενοι τὸν καιρόν - “redeeming the time”ex-ag-or-ad'-zo - to redeemby payment of a price to recover from the power of another, to ransom, buy offmetaph. of Christ freeing the elect from the dominion of the Mosaic Law at the price of his vicarious deathto make wise and sacred use of every opportunity for doing good, so that zeal and well doing are as it were the purchase money by which we make the time our ownKilling TimeThe days they come and they roll on by and all I every really seem to feel is the same. I talk to people who are high in the Spirit and I wonder, where’s my passion. To say I’m in a rut would be the understatement of the year. You keep calling me to follow you, but it seems a pothole has me stuck right here.It’s not that I don’t care. It’s not that I’m not tryingIt’s just that I don’t dare to live the life of dyingSo I’m killing time. Just killing time.I’ve grown up knowing you are beside me. I’ve even known your joy. I look around and see nothing but your blessings. You are so good to me. So why when you ask me to loose my self in you do I balk instead of walk to the foot of your cross?RefrainYou walked into this world to show us a new way of being; being truly human, truly alive, truly free. But the leaders of your people couldn’t see your power for your weakness. I can’t blame them. No, I miss it too often myself.To keep the status quo they tried to snuff your Spirit.So to the cross you’d go. But the Father wouldn’t hear of it.So though you died at the killing timeYou rose again from your killing timeSo here I am, Lord. I’m thankful, yes, I’m thankful, oh so thankful that you never, never, never, no you never give up on me‘Cause it’s not that I don’t care. No, it’s not that I’m not trying.You know it’s just that I don’t dare to live your life of dyingSo I’m killing time. Just killing time. Yeah, I’m killing time.“Killing Time,” words and music by John Bromhal ©2003 Bromhaljohn Music. All rights reservedTaking the lyrics apart