it's these spaces that leave me hanging on the line
my mind, blended slightly with the heart, so it keeps thinking on
in riddles and murmurs and gallons of questions
from outer space from a different kind
havent i told you, i love your friendships
it means so much i wish i could comprehend all its worth
but what we fail to concieve we best see through the Lord
and life is just a roaming around, delaying of sound
confusion of words, voices not heard
but so it only seems that way, through our feeble minds
and why do we try to make sense of gravity and time;
when its all aligned under the power of the great Divine
i wonder what is it worth to sit by the ocean and think of our sins
being cast into the sea, so deep that you cannot reach
no one, not even divers, not even whales, not even particles could touch it
and we think its still there, lying at the bottom of the sea
but really, its vanished once it hit the ground of the ocean floor
kind of like when we swallow and it travels down; the lump in our throat
our stomaches they choke from digestion
and we return it to the ground where it once was; gone
i think of grace and its state
how much more i know grace than in my younger days
its meaning blooming every moment
when i mess up or give up
when i sin and ask for forgiveness and then i sin again
without knowing it; cycling
its crazy but you can never get any better
but Jesus is the one who shines through us
our dirty clothes, dirty minds, dirty hearts
He cleans then off when we surrender our moments of pleasure
to be His tool to shine like a light on a hill for all to see
its not even about me, I am merely another voice singing in a chorus of people
who love the Lord and we have nothing more to do, but sing which entails everything
here and in heaven
and i tend to think what is in it for us, .....but isnt Jesus enough?
with all of His love and saving us from death in hell?
of course, we are spoiled rotten, flesh wants more ,expects more
push it back down, Lord, Spirit move.
i love letters that speak from far distances
because they always sound better from far away
sweeter sounding than the ground of May
its words that carry what you can mold into your heart and mind
wishful thinking of some sort of kind
but i love the feeling it gives when we think of how love lives
in the air and in the signals from places far from us
because we want something we can't reach to sweep us off our feet
but does that makes sense? it does because we dream
to help subside reality....or what we think to be reality
but reality is beautiful. you see the bad so you can pull out the good
without bad how could we know good? what would it be called?
we need bad here to know how good really is, sounds weird, but....almost better
its a evil and a hero comes like in the stories we hear
its right where we are standing, so look at the bad around and pull good out
reality is falling, catch it with love.
they will speak evil of your good, it amazes me how it happens
with friends you have had for years that suddenly think you snapped
they react and randomly your are attacked, but you dont fight back
yet things you've said get brought in even when your life was never different
but in their head it was bent
you watch them slip away into the grave and all your mistakes
are turned into blames, but you cry when you think or you thought they were there
in the same heart and mind of Father time
and the only thing you are able to do it pray for their life
even though at times you want to rewind and remind
say a word or two to make sure it's fine
but you have to let go and give them to the hands of God
and if it be His will they will take thought to past time
and remember not you, but His love through your use
its the battles we chose, to fight or abuse
fight for love
and isnt it crazy how i makeup memories
or place myself in the car passing me by on the way to work
wish for some odd reason i was them, but only for a second
or seeing couples get married or engaged like flowers in a field
and i feel im just in the way, a weed, a clump of dirt
but that tis of no importance when I look at the soverignty of our God
our lives, more than how we feel
but we do this to ourselves, we can change the attitude we hold
or rather most of us just push it back into our minds
but it still exsits, for all of time
and sighs become a common solitude
and we rest in our rooms, on our beds
our minds relax and we cease to exsit there
we just lay with our eyes closed
we then at the time dont even realize our breath
we just breathe and dream as a calming symphony
melodies, playing softly until the morning come
and we wake up, ready to face the rain
but it seems our sleep was never there
but we shrug it off and go our way
its life, its love, its everyday