God Bless the Flooded Road

 

there is a kind of person
who drives into the flooded road,
second guesses
and makes the right choice,
backing up into higher ground.

this person could be you.
there’s nothing wrong with that.

but then there’s the kind of person
who watches the second guesser
making the right choice,
but decides to fight through the current
to get to higher ground.

this person could be you.
there’s nothing wrong with that
as long as you survive.

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Let’s Play with Matches

it takes a tree to make a forest
but let’s take it and make it Christmas

it takes a yawn to make you yawn
it takes an itch to make you scratch
relief doesn’t come without the pain
the further into the night the earlier it is day

it takes a tree to make a forest
but when it falls there is no sound

it takes some time to grow out locks
but one choice can lock you away
so you do time for that one time
you suffer much for that one crime
are you still there, love?

it takes a tree to make a forest
but that tree just won’t let you see

it takes a lens to snap a pic
but fingers are much better at snapping
so your blind eyes see through that lens
one on your face, then the camera lends
us quite another.

it takes a tree to make a cross
it takes a Christ to make a Christmas

It’s a Rap

i’ve got this thing
and it covers my brain
taking over
every day in a way
that i can’t explain
my life it drains
creeping in, seeping in,
tasting like power and adrenaline
fading in
the lights turn out
now i can’t remember
what this is about
i need You here
inside the fear
i’m broken and twisted
hot, hissing
metal around my heart
don’t touch it
you’ll get burnt
don’t want You
i need You
got my eyes in an attitude
that’s not worthy of You
but You use me
in everything i say and do
in spite of me
all the people are watching
they’re watching me
and i can feel it burn
holes of conviction
in the walls that i’ve built
my suit of indifference
suits a different set of desires
selfishly i crave to inspire
words to make me feel good about myself
when all i am worth on my own is hell
You reach down and pluck me out
You’re trying to tell me what this is about
if i can get myself to stop
to stop and hear You out
You send a song into my life
You free my soul
You make it right
You write Your song in me
i sing
i sing to forget everything
and i meet You here
inside the fear
as You use me
in everything i say and do
the people are watching
the time is approaching
the levy’s are breaking
my senses are waking
my breath is quaking
i break and i know it’s You
it’s all You
Lord, it’s all You.