You and I dancing again in this crossroad.
We’ve been here before, but isn’t it funny
How we never can remember when.
Promises and yea, we’ve exchanged
Glances, and moments, and perhaps more.
But to say by chances I find you here,
And you find me at the beginning
Of your ending and our future.You see, through the rain and shine,
Somehow in my mind an image remained.
And through the torn glasses of this kaleidoscope,
The twists and turns of its colors,
Conjoining to form if only a glimpse,
Of us dancing again in this crossroad.
And I knew, though strangers, we knew
That day would come, and it was a great day.Each song I wrote and sang, but secretly
A message in a bottle to your ears,
When they would play it on the radio and movies.
And we danced, though not side by side,
To a waltz or tango, red with wine, blinded.
Shall I breathe you in, like this perfumed air?
Or shall I hold my breath to know you are real,
So that even death could not keep me from you…My hands held but only the light of you,
But I felt its warmth to my core,
Then you were there again in my mind,
Or was it on the side of the bus I took to buy
These April roses, as I find myself
Stumbling in front of your doorsteps.
It’s been years, hasn’t it?
Hello again, my dear…LTD 04/09
Wicked Heart
This heart doth changes like shadows in the night,
That would kisseth thee to betray, to stray.
A dog am I, half beast and half spirited in rebellion?
What of me, O Lord?
What of me, this wretched, these trying,
These whispers that incites sin and slavery to never satisfy?
A beast lured by instinct and by unreason to forsake my God
For that which rots, erodes, and rusts,
For pleasures that is meaningless,
For winds leading nowhere,
For fleeting feelings,
When in front of me eternal life and joy.
Thou hath raised me to thy light and ransomed me
From the mire of my death;
Yet I now hide in the shadows of the deep,
Waiting and waning without your Spirit to guide me.
The darkness consumes me in uneasy comfort,
That cold feeling of sleepy death.
Grace. Unto me, will thy Grace washes?
Unto me will forgiveness run out?
For a thousand arrows has punctured this heart,
Nothing but scars remain.
My bones cry out for thee,
They wither away for fear of thee.
The enemy laughs at me in my nakedness,
In my pathetic attempts, in my shame.
Will thou cleanse me with hyssop?
Will thou restore to me the joy of thy salvation,
Of thy hope everlasting, of the truth of thy Love,
For which thy blood hath shed?
Thy gaze upon me would lift my face again!
This heart broken weeps no longer,
But lay here for thee, this contrite heart, waiting.
Oh, how I need thee, gracious Love!
How I need thee, my Lord and comforter!
Inspired by:
Psalms 51
Sun & Moon
Eyes now opened like the morning light after the rain,As though the waves they tossed and plowed,Into the ocean of His love, our confusion and pain.And His love redeeming our sin, restoring us now.You are the moon and I the sun, in the moment passing.Are we doomed to share but a glimpse of each other?Realizing now the depth of the love we shared, surpassing,And that in Christ do we find true strength in one another.My heart has and will always hold you near.Another sunset, another sky.Abiding in his gracious Love, there is no fear.Another kiss, another sigh,But never a goodbye…
The Mountain's King 