Have you ever looked at someone and suddenly realized what a treasure they are? And then you discover how much you love that treasure. Not because it's appearance is as garish as a jewel, but their personality shines as pure as gold. You love them the more you see them, yet deep inside you realize it is a treasure you will never hold as your own. But you can't stop hoping that someday, someone will have that priceless treasure to you, and tell you that it's yours forever.
World, I heard the lyrics that you sing
I’ve felt the pain that false love brings
I know the dark of depths of woe
I’ve seen the scars that few will show.
World, even music breathes your lies
Says hope’s sun sets in paradise
That sin’s allure’s your only happiness
But cannot reach eternal bliss.
World, your hope is fleeting, slipping fast
Your art reflects it; but, alas,
Your billions of feet tread the broadened path
That holds destruction in its grasp.
The beast of fear is drawing near;
Dear Lord what shall I do?
I'm weak and poor and harrowed here,
But I must turn to You.
My faith is small, my strength is gone,
I have no hope, no gain;
Wallowing here, I see the One:
He took my sin and shame.
My brokenness, my finite mind,
Is lost in His great love;
And looking up I see the cross,
With fear nailed up above.
He put it there, writ' with His blood,
And gave His all, for me,
So I could rest with peace of mind,
Knowing that I am free.
The fully loaded car was running and music was playing. Sunbeams reflected off of the windshield while the light danced around patches of grime left behind by grasshoppers and pesky birds.
"Let it go...let it GOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"
I think Gretchen purposefully put a Disney soundtrack in before I picked up the kids. She knows how much I detest that stuff.
Greg waived at his sister in the rearview mirror and tried to tell himself that she wasn't smirking at him.
"Prankster."
"What'd you say, Uncle Greg?"
Had God created me for pain? He had raised me up and blessed me that I might fall further. Instead of being bruised, I was broken.
"It would have been better if I had not been born!" I cried to God, "Why did You give me a sister, Lord? To break my heart with? And why did You make me prosper so young? To agitate me with? And why oh why did you bring Sarah into my life? To crush my soul with! God, Your ways are cruel against man.
Raindrops, falling. Like my tears. This is so like those sad scenes in the movies. Thunder rolls, trees bend and sway. Lightening dances across the ground up ahead. Chaotic and hazed, the air is full of foreign objects whirling around. I shudder as I watch the hail and debris tear through glass windows, shattering, like my heart.
This isn't sadness, it's insanity. My mind is in turmoil. I clench my fists and clench my jaw, hard. I want to reach above the storm with my screams of anger, fear, and hurt. I hold it back, knowing how useless it would be. I give up, and let it go.
One day I’ll wake up—
And never sleep again.
One day I’ll sing—
And break forth into angels’ anthems.
One day I will run—
And never grow weary.
One day I will laugh—
And never cry again.
One day I will wade in a river—
The River of Life.
One day I will sing praises—
And truly sin no more.
One day I will cast my crowns before the throne—
The throne of God.
One day I will hear clapping thunder and many voices, and see flashing lightning and radiant beauty—
The glory of Yahweh Himself.
Sometimes my brain has run out of dreams
I’m useless, spent, worn out
I must have been a big mistake
My life—an empty tale.
Living on the edge of a mountain
It looks too dark to move
The goals I fancied as my dreams
Lie chained on the other side.
I cannot free them, let them fly
This mountain blocks my way
It darkens the path before, behind
Hopelessness closes in.
Dreams have spilled out through the holes
In the pottery of my life
I’m a broken vessel—what can I do
Staring blankly into the starlight
Yearningly, longingly, tearfully.
Watching the moon meander ‘cross the sky,
I’m thinking and dreaming of you.
Insomnia’s got a hold on me
ADD’s been hounding me
My brain is playing tricks on me
Sweating, striving, pushing.
You’re there—I know you’re there
But who are you, which one?
Darkness shrouds my forward vision
I squint—and stare in vain.
Faster,
Run faster,
its slipping
Slipping past my fingertips,
trying to hold
tight
through the dips and
dives of my
flight,
true to the wind,
I spin
flying uncontrollably,
I know I won't win
fighting against the wind
now,
the fight
of my flight,
as it slips through my fingers
the fight
thefight,
its hard
toohard,
my hands go limp
and my wings go numb
spinning, crashing, falling,
I cant escape.
the feeling,
I'm failing