If They're Not Counted, Count Me OutBeing As An Ocean There is such hope in the stories we’ve been toldRecounted endless times by the aging and oldTales of peace, worship and holy placesPalaces adorned with gold and lofty terracesBut I’m always left with quiet dismayCause I’m told that some of those I love won’t be with meSo I’m left behind in an eternal placeCause the ones who meant the most didn’t receive Your graceThey called it beautiful, but to me it holds nothing that is holyI can only know what I’ve seenAnd what I’ve seen is that You’ve made us cleanGiven us the right to be anything we want to beWhy would You give me eyes to see and then deny me these?Eternity is a lock found inside our hearts and You’ve handed Humanity the keySo I won’t be swayed by fantasies of unquenchable flamesOr some place of torment, the damned never to see Your faceWe are all Your creationYou love us all the sameA Father doesn’t sit idly by while His children are maimedI’ve seen true GraceI promise you we will never feel the lick of those flamesWhere Death is your glory?Where Death is your sting?For we are all children of the KingEvery last one an eternal beingSo I’ll reject your fear and hatredFor I bring Good News that will be for all nations!I’ve seen wholeness in the brokenI’ve seen health in the sickWhy do we stifle the Word You’ve spoken?If it kills me, I’ll tear these walls down brick by brickI’ve seen hospitality in the homelessI’ve seen Light in the darknessAnd I’ve seen hope in the damnedSo if all that has meant the most to me isn’t present after my last breathCount me with the fallen sheep and send me to the depths