Like a dying person
My sleepy brain looks back
On the hours wasted
And the things left undone
In reality, it all could have been done
By now
In fact, it could still be done
By the deadline
But it is a monster now
A leaden albatross
Swinging about my neck
On an iron chain
I see the shadow
Instead of the cat
I hear the buzzing
Instead of the bug
Fear, release your talons
I do not belong to you
Nor does my soul
I am free
I am free
I know
I am free
The refrain of that truth
Must pound in my ears
And between them
And down to my heart
All things are possible
I have been promised
I cling to His strength
I dare to hope
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Worship
Oh, my humble words can not express
The greatness, the glory of my king
My songs of praise are not even a thimble
To the sea of worship He deserves
My most fervent prayers, my deepest devotion
Pale in awe of His infinite nature
And yet…
He knows my name, He counts my hairs
He listens eagerly and intently
He cherishes my voice and cradles my heart
He is sensitive to my every shift of mood
He suffered life, torture and death
To save me, and win me, and keep me
What then can I do, but offer my life
To try anew each week, each day, each moment
To dedicate everything I have to Him
To weep and pray and adore
To sing sweetly, loudly, hoarsely
To humiliate myself in worship
And when I fail to do these things
He loves me still, and just as much
My sin does not surprise him
Therefore, it does not change His love
His arms are open wide to me
His peace ready to fill my heart
Oh praise Him, the Worthy One
Lord of Israel, Creator of the Universe
King of Kings, the Great I Am
Immortal, Invisible, All-Wise God
Savior, Master, Redeemer, Friend
Lover of My Soul, Amen
The greatness, the glory of my king
My songs of praise are not even a thimble
To the sea of worship He deserves
My most fervent prayers, my deepest devotion
Pale in awe of His infinite nature
And yet…
He knows my name, He counts my hairs
He listens eagerly and intently
He cherishes my voice and cradles my heart
He is sensitive to my every shift of mood
He suffered life, torture and death
To save me, and win me, and keep me
What then can I do, but offer my life
To try anew each week, each day, each moment
To dedicate everything I have to Him
To weep and pray and adore
To sing sweetly, loudly, hoarsely
To humiliate myself in worship
And when I fail to do these things
He loves me still, and just as much
My sin does not surprise him
Therefore, it does not change His love
His arms are open wide to me
His peace ready to fill my heart
Oh praise Him, the Worthy One
Lord of Israel, Creator of the Universe
King of Kings, the Great I Am
Immortal, Invisible, All-Wise God
Savior, Master, Redeemer, Friend
Lover of My Soul, Amen
Where is my muse?
Where is my muse?
What magic incantation
Can I recite to bring her back?
Words and rhyme desert me
Or perhaps it is I
Who have deserted them
The lyric lilting rhythm
That once saturated my speech
Is a mere trickle
Come back, my companions
I’ve seen the error of my ways
Our dance must recommence
Or I will fade away
What magic incantation
Can I recite to bring her back?
Words and rhyme desert me
Or perhaps it is I
Who have deserted them
The lyric lilting rhythm
That once saturated my speech
Is a mere trickle
Come back, my companions
I’ve seen the error of my ways
Our dance must recommence
Or I will fade away
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