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?