Living Light

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.

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.

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.

Little One

You never got to know our love,
you just weren't meant to be.
You're tiny little grave was dug,
beneath a small spruce tree.
We saw you're nearly perfect shape,
you're eyes, ears, nose, and lips,
the curves in your small arms and legs,
your tiny fingertips.
We never got to hold you,
or even know your name,
no one would ever know you,
but we loved you just the same.
The only sign you ever lived
is a tiny little mound,
beneath a tree with other graves,
were tear drops stain the ground.

Ancient Potter

Hands of time have traced through life
the ancient potter shapes our souls,
he holds us as we spin around
so shapeless, weak and pitiful.
At times we seem a hopeless cause,
and we break beneath his hand,
but the wheel never ceases spinning,
he picks us up and starts again.
His patience with us never dries,
he’s bound us with his love unending,
quietly picking up the pieces
his back for us is always bending.
Hands of time have traced through life
the ancient potter shapes our souls,
he holds us as we spin around
so slender, strong and beautiful.

Red River

The fields are red, with blood,
The rivers are filled with slain,
the cities are crumbling down,
and their woman, lifeless on the plain.
Their sons lye broken and dead,
on the ground their blood was shed,
silently on the river bed,
they bled.
Some were hacked to pieces,
some were stabbed right though,
some were drowned in the rivers,
and some were trampled too.
The children lay dead in the streets,
their laughter will never be heard again,
their eyes will never see,
their clothing, bloody and stained.
These people died like dogs,
their houses burned to the ground,
because they believed in God,
and they refused to put him down.
The red river flows to the sea,
washing away the debris,
carrying with it the blood of the daughters and sons,
of liberty.
None of them will ever wake,
Not a one of them can rise,
what will be done to the men,
who dared to take their lives?

Silent Screams

Stillness pressing in on me,
straining for a sound,
cowering beneath an empty sky,
upon the barren ground.
Then a rush like shadow feet,
running through the skies,
I turn my head toward the east,
and lift my clouded eyes.
Thick blackness rolling in on me,
clouds in anger born,
roaring like a raging sea,
You ride upon the storm.
Your burning eyes scorching the air,
lighting in your hand,
driving the storm across the ocean,
overtaking where I stand.
Crashing noise and screaming wind,
upon my knees I fall,
rain and waves are drowning me,
no air to breathe at all.
My dying soul screams out your name,
pleading a faint cry,
save me from this no escape,
don't let my body die!
Suddenly I'm lifted up,
the rain is red like blood,
then the sun breaks through the clouds,
and sweeps away the flood.
All sound ceases, light increases,
and trembling I stand,
you open up my fearful eyes,
and hold out a strong scarred hand.
My unbelieving heart is broken,
and I hold it out to you,
you take it from me as a token,
of my love for you.
Then you're gone,
I stand alone, again beside the sea,
a gentle breezes soft clear voice,
tells of your love for me.
Now I dance inside the storm,
and listen for your voice,
you always hear my silent screams,
through the chaos and the noise.

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me,
I once was lost, but now am found,
was blind, but now I see...I see your face!
Amazing grace! Amazing grace! I see your face!