Lonely on the table

The lights are dim like a sunset, simply hanging in the sky,
and the throbbing beat of the disco drum, carves a path as we slip by.
We laugh and shout above the noise, and for lack of empty chairs,
we dangle our feet from a table top, and avoid the awkward stares.

Then in a moment too quick for much say,
He walks up toward you and whisks you away.

You skip off to the beat of the disco drum
while your dance shoes scuff the floor and from
the corner I wave off the conversation
cause two on the table is better than one.
Lonely on the table.

When the music is over, he brings you right through
and I make more room on the table for you,
but everyone always makes plans of their own
In a moment I’m gone, leaving you all alone.

Because in a moment too quick for much say
He walked up toward me and whisked me away.

I skip off to the beat of the disco drum
while my dance shoes scuff the floor and from
the corner you wave off the conversation
cause two on the table is better than one.
Lonely on the table.

He brings me back to the corner, and leaves me there with you,
and we strike up conversation again, find a topic somewhat new.
We improvise with the music, which is so loud no one cares,
who sings along, or what you do wrong, since no one ever hears.

Then in a moment too quick for much say,
They walk up towards us and whisk us away.

We skip off to the beat of the disco drum
while our dance shoes scuff the floor and from,
the corner we carry our conversation
cause four on the dance floor is better than none.
I say none on the table is better than one.

For Her Sake

A perfect rose, a virgin soul,
beautiful to her petals tips,
softer than the breath of wind
that whispers through her rosy lips.

Her dew glistened brightly in the sun,
as she was held out to the crowd,
their faces lit before her beauty,
the graceful way she stood so proud.

They passed her down from hand to hand,
beheld by many passing eyes,
as fingers fold her in, then on
until she knows not where she lies.

Petals dying, weak and bruised,
thorns are crushed into her stem,
shredded leaves fall to the ground,
she breaks beneath the hand of men.

Then fingers gently lift her up,
displayed before a thousand faces,
fire burns behind their eyes,
no mercy found for her disgraces.

A voice speaks out in deep disgust,
shouting out into the crowd,
shaking her within his fist, say's
"Who could ever love this now!?"

No forgiveness, no one speaks,
silence falls, unbroken still,
till a lonely cry bursts through the crowd,
"Jesus Christ! Our savior will!"

A young man bursts onto the stage,
tears are streaming down his face,
he gently takes the battered rose,
"Jesus Christ! The Lord of grace!

For her sake he came to die,
with his blood he bought her soul,
forgiveness has been found for her,
and Jesus Christ will make her whole!"