as the world around her crumbles
beauty dancing in her eyes
you could never begin to imagine
all the pain that lies inside
she can charm you into thinking
she's much more than just "alright"
but on the inside, she is trembling
and can't shake the terror of that night
not that healing hasn't come, oh no,
she's faced it and moved on
but even now she finds herself
fearing noises until the dawn
she can wash her sins away
but this one was a stain
left by someone else's iniquities
in her sleeping sanctuary of pain
but as her eyes dance in the moonlight,
her curls resting around her face like a halo,
something is changing. maybe finally, she finds the peace
that passes what her mind can conceive.
maybe finally, she knows that even though there will be days
there will be nights, where she can't shake the pain,
she isn't alone. and He will rock her to sleep. His
hands would never wander, His arms are safe,
His love for her is endless.
maybe finally, it'll all be okay.
for your entertainment
she was a spectator's invisible man. dressed in clothes that were the latest trend in 2000 minus a few years. maybe some of her teeth were missing, maybe her hair was falling out. i would never have noticed her had it not been for the glaring spotlight God shone down on her today at around 3:52 p.m.
i never knew that things would take a turn when the hands that fed her were temporarily dried up. and in the end, i think i got more out of the whole thing than she did. it was amazing to hear her gasp and cry and shout, "i've never shopped at wal-mart before!" from laughter to praises to desperation and the revealing of her stab wounds from an abusive past, God reminded me that this is the kingdom.
the kingdom is more than a little group of people singing "onward christian soldier" and potlucking their way into battle. it's more than planning for months for an event...at another church. we're living in a failed utopian attempt called the american church, and we're forgetting those in need. and never again will i be held guilty of this crime. the man with polio that i refused to pray for...still haunts me even in others' speech. this woman changed things. not only for me, but for those i'm going to reach someday.
you never know, i could possibly be entertaining angels unaware.
i never knew that things would take a turn when the hands that fed her were temporarily dried up. and in the end, i think i got more out of the whole thing than she did. it was amazing to hear her gasp and cry and shout, "i've never shopped at wal-mart before!" from laughter to praises to desperation and the revealing of her stab wounds from an abusive past, God reminded me that this is the kingdom.
the kingdom is more than a little group of people singing "onward christian soldier" and potlucking their way into battle. it's more than planning for months for an event...at another church. we're living in a failed utopian attempt called the american church, and we're forgetting those in need. and never again will i be held guilty of this crime. the man with polio that i refused to pray for...still haunts me even in others' speech. this woman changed things. not only for me, but for those i'm going to reach someday.
you never know, i could possibly be entertaining angels unaware.
road trip
my fingers are dripping with masterpieces yet to be written
where reality ends and my imagination begins, somewhere beyond the neverland
dreams only to be grasped by invisible fingers, truth penetrating my sleepless night
waking up short of air only to wish the air would prove itself to be a nightmare
in a shack on the side of the road between yesterday and today
i rested in the contentment of knowing what the future might hold
yet wishing i could comprehend how much this path would wind and twirl 'round my fingers
the wind came and blew away my sentiments briskly and i'm left with the figurative clothes on my back
symphonies yet to be sung, falling off my lips
oh my dear, what a well composed appearance of a song!
desires once exposed by desperation, now enmasked by a facade
perhaps one day my heart will be safe enough to again bask in the sun.
desires to show myself worthy come kicking to the surface
what would it feel like to be immortalized in stone, like a god? (am i allowed to think that?)
once in a while it seems acceptable to wonder and wander and ask myself if i could be this infamous
greed and lust for fame overtake me and i am quickly disinterested
it took thousands of miles,
four cities,
and hours of sentiments
in a foreign land
to truly get me home.
where reality ends and my imagination begins, somewhere beyond the neverland
dreams only to be grasped by invisible fingers, truth penetrating my sleepless night
waking up short of air only to wish the air would prove itself to be a nightmare
in a shack on the side of the road between yesterday and today
i rested in the contentment of knowing what the future might hold
yet wishing i could comprehend how much this path would wind and twirl 'round my fingers
the wind came and blew away my sentiments briskly and i'm left with the figurative clothes on my back
symphonies yet to be sung, falling off my lips
oh my dear, what a well composed appearance of a song!
desires once exposed by desperation, now enmasked by a facade
perhaps one day my heart will be safe enough to again bask in the sun.
desires to show myself worthy come kicking to the surface
what would it feel like to be immortalized in stone, like a god? (am i allowed to think that?)
once in a while it seems acceptable to wonder and wander and ask myself if i could be this infamous
greed and lust for fame overtake me and i am quickly disinterested
it took thousands of miles,
four cities,
and hours of sentiments
in a foreign land
to truly get me home.
tragic flaws
oh, don't mind me sitting here.
i know i seem to be alone, but he's coming.
i'm another ignorant romantic casualty.
who knew i'd be fooled even again?
oh my love, i can't wait to be reunited.
the stories i have to tell you! the things
that have been left unsaid...i'm beside myself
in anticipation.
my romeo will be here shortly.
he said he was coming soon...do you see him?
i can't seem to find him on the horizon.
but he said he would come, so don't worry.
must i be reminded that even romeo had a tragic flaw?
maybe you were never there, my dear.
i know i seem to be alone, but he's coming.
i'm another ignorant romantic casualty.
who knew i'd be fooled even again?
oh my love, i can't wait to be reunited.
the stories i have to tell you! the things
that have been left unsaid...i'm beside myself
in anticipation.
my romeo will be here shortly.
he said he was coming soon...do you see him?
i can't seem to find him on the horizon.
but he said he would come, so don't worry.
must i be reminded that even romeo had a tragic flaw?
maybe you were never there, my dear.
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