Beyond the world of endless skies,
beneath the beating heart of earth,
behind the raging, roaring sea,
within the man of little worth,
a fire that cannot be quenched,
is burning in the shadowed mist,
glowing with electric power,
without it nothing could exist.
Its light unveils hopes and dreams,
its strength binds winds and acid rain,
its fury builds passion up within,
its warmth keeps all our hearts aflame.
Within its glow our faces shine,
against its rage no man can stand,
before its beauty none prevail,
many souls will bare its brand.
Eyes shut tight against the light,
man walks through the stinging smoke,
through the burning city he has made,
breathing dust until he choke.
His blindness is his only pride,
he clings onto his crumbling walls,
to keep the fire from his soul,
until his dusty city falls.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Pocket of Hope
The music is calling, is drawing you home,
but your feet cannot dance when you're lost and alone,
the spirit you had is smothered and crushed,
your heart's beaten, broken and down in the dust.
The place where you are, I've been there before,
the darkness inside you is hard to ignore,
like cruel cold water it drags out your breath,
instead of drawing in life your breathing to death.
Time passes you by, but your purpose is gone,
lost in the tide, but life rushes on.
You lift up your prayers to the gates of the Lord,
but your begging and pleading all feel ignored,
your darkness is dragging you back down to earth,
but you're fighting to stay for all that you're worth.
Do you think you're abandoned, forgotten and lost,
when Christ went through fire and death at your cost?
In all your broken pride, behind your facade,
God never forgot you, but you forgot God.
The darkness around you is making you blind,
so give it all up and leave it behind,
it's pressing you back but you can withstand,
the door is wide open, so reach out your hand.
Because you can't see it, you don't think it's there,
but you've passed by it so many times, unaware.
He's showing you light, and it shines through the veil,
with him at your side I know you won't fail,
and though the darkness within is painting you black,
you have hope in your pocket, you'll find your way back.
but your feet cannot dance when you're lost and alone,
the spirit you had is smothered and crushed,
your heart's beaten, broken and down in the dust.
The place where you are, I've been there before,
the darkness inside you is hard to ignore,
like cruel cold water it drags out your breath,
instead of drawing in life your breathing to death.
Time passes you by, but your purpose is gone,
lost in the tide, but life rushes on.
You lift up your prayers to the gates of the Lord,
but your begging and pleading all feel ignored,
your darkness is dragging you back down to earth,
but you're fighting to stay for all that you're worth.
Do you think you're abandoned, forgotten and lost,
when Christ went through fire and death at your cost?
In all your broken pride, behind your facade,
God never forgot you, but you forgot God.
The darkness around you is making you blind,
so give it all up and leave it behind,
it's pressing you back but you can withstand,
the door is wide open, so reach out your hand.
Because you can't see it, you don't think it's there,
but you've passed by it so many times, unaware.
He's showing you light, and it shines through the veil,
with him at your side I know you won't fail,
and though the darkness within is painting you black,
you have hope in your pocket, you'll find your way back.
Monday, October 5, 2009
All That Matters
The bright sun sinks below the hills
and starlight fills the sky.
Crystal raindrops shatter down
as a shadow cloud flits by.
The mystic music of the night
floats beneath the moon,
silver light casts shadows through,
the window of my room.
An electric power soft as love,
brings these scenes to life,
whispering out gentle words,
but sharper than a knife.
Before Your storm we cannot stand,
our creations left in tatters,
yet the stones cry out Your name,
for You are all that matters.
and starlight fills the sky.
Crystal raindrops shatter down
as a shadow cloud flits by.
The mystic music of the night
floats beneath the moon,
silver light casts shadows through,
the window of my room.
An electric power soft as love,
brings these scenes to life,
whispering out gentle words,
but sharper than a knife.
Before Your storm we cannot stand,
our creations left in tatters,
yet the stones cry out Your name,
for You are all that matters.
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