At times I feel this life I lead
Is traveled all alone
I watch as people pass me by
With purpose of their own
Is traveled all alone
I watch as people pass me by
With purpose of their own
And there I stand to reflect upon
The choices I have made
The greed and pride, my selfishness
These things I hope to trade
How can it be I’ve traveled here
My expectations lost
I’ve traded in for here and now
I’ve failed, despite the cost
I’m weak, alone, and on my knees
And wounded by the years
When my Redeemer calls to me
“Fear Not, For I Am Here”
He lifts my head and dries my tears
With mercy in his tone
“No matter what, this life you lead
is traveled not alone”
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sometime in the past...
Looking In
I'm standing in the rain in the shadow of me
hearing time tick past with each drop.
I'm looking in if only I could be
standing on the inside of me
Peace in the Morning Rain
Like a shadow returning to the body of an old soul,
I'm coming back to me.
Rainy days come less often as I find the folds
of this new gravity.
Grounded in the me I once knew and so full
of thankfulness for all I now see.
Thankful for dear friends who are so beautiful
who gift me with their transparency.
My Guest
Sometimes I stay up too late at night and usher in quiet melancholy as my guest
I open the door letting her in to wander about in soulful contemplation and unrest
Content to walk the stairs with a glass in hand knowing this wave of soulful songwriting will crest
And break with the light of day decomposing the chains of night and bid me rest...
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