| Rain and Fire And so Your mercy speaks, soaking me through to soul, true to form. The bush won't char and the rain is ever pouring. Unceasing significance in unbridled sign flowing, so ever growing. It finds my sight and provokes hope to swell. In questioning obediance, folly is my focus. The odds of a God, so seemingly silent, bleeding my ears is not without a doubt. An alter-stalled heart finds its need in You; Falling to my knees I leave all before You. Consuming what's none of You I find the bush remains and the rain pours. |
| Hypocracy Who are slaves to remain as though we didn't know their final destination. Remnant alive keeping in store more or less what we shelved, what we denied. All we canned for safety's sake we once beheld but let bleed. All we need we say and chop what's not us. Who are we to say what we believe and leave everyday? Give me silence in that instant, Find us silent in that way. Believe what mends the remnant and weaves salvation.. |
| I Miss You Reaction-planned purpose and so on for all but no one in use in case I seem afraid of but within but without over under insured incase I see but all. Believe I leave and see the show for me I find I love I hide and show only what's shown instore but without. Go and show home only what's shown. Flourish and time, all in good rhyme finds you in all you wished, wanted, needed, but never succeeded. Wish I had what I pleaded. Breathless and scorned I find more of You than planned. It found me as I profound You. Show home, go without. Find a room and shout a silent whisper falling under deaf ears. Whimper a secret cheer of times gone by. Secrets on high. I miss you. |
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| Broken Midnight When I'm a failure, and I'm not worth the time it takes to end my own life. When I'm short-sighted, can't find the switch that turns on the light. Its then I find my faults you don't mind. The anger You lack, Your hand on my back serves to define what You think when I'm drowning again in my broken midnight. Its then that I know my past has passed and I take what's mine. Freely You give, surely I'll live through this broken midnight. A dark waltz plays and feet shuffle as You lead me through our broken midnight. |