Saturday, 8 November 2008

The Promise

I can't afford to live like this,
and I can't afford to die.
I want to know whose path I'm on,
don't say it's mine 'cause that's a lie.
The picture turned out different
than the promises of youth.
The sun I'm seeking's hidden by
the clouds of my life's truth.
The hills were steep and the valleys low,
still I arrived just where I am.
I may not have that much to give
but you can have all that I am.
I look up and He looks down,
and His message is so true.
All I need is you to pray to me,
and I promise to pray for you.
Time will tell and time won't lie.
Hearts will bleed and souls will cry.
The power of prayer will get us by,
but we'll never know if we don't try.
This is how I want to live,
this is how I want to die.

Friday, 19 September 2008

Who am I

Who am I and where is the man I thought that I would be?
My heart has stopped, all time is standing still.
And every mirror is lying I can see.
Where is the God that saved me, is this His will?

Truth be told I never knew the future me.
Just "trust in God", it's what your whole life depends.
Live in the moment is as far as I could see.
But His "follow me and want for nothing" never ends.

Thursday, 28 August 2008

Freedom is not mine

I tried to speak my mind,
to say what was locked up in me.
I thought it would be easy,
but then I thought that I was free.
Freedom is a state of mind,
an ideal place to be.
They say put yourself in a quiet place
and freedom is what you'll see.
Well I've read all those books,
and I don't think they're for me.
My freedom is just outside of me,
and someone else holds the key.

Wednesday, 13 August 2008

Whole at last?

My past is getting longer,
as the years have swiftly passed.
I look back across the milestones
of a heart that's at half mast.
Part of me is missing,
it shows as cracks upon my soul.
The years have turned the cracks to scars,
am I ever to be whole?
The future is much shorter,
precious time I cannot waste.
I need help to heal this broken heart.
I need the gift of my God's grace.
Who am I to seek such a gift?
Why should my heart be raised?
Then again, who am I not too?
All God's children are worthy of His praise.
Forgive me Father for I have sinned.
Forgive me all my tresspasses.
My heart is open, I beg you in.
My scars are fading, will I be whole at last?