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listen to the mp3
every morning i’ve stood at this open door
to watch the sun rise and reveal the empty day
train my eyes at the start of the sky
when i look for you who went away
they say i’m foolish for waiting
and hope’s a hard habit to break
they say i don’t look for you
it’s just my routine of being awake
eventually i go back inside
with excuses i have to believe
though each do i fight harder
to wait instead of grieve
this morning i won’t find you
it feels like pain to close the door
until you wrap your arms around me
you’re worth waiting for
March 8th, 2003
i love this aspect of life – God calls us specifically to things we can’t do without Him – He is the strength in our weak bodies.
Listen to “Any Good”
moses was a killer out on the lamb
he stunk of sheep in the desert heat
You came in a flame, the great I AM
and Your holiness washed under his feet
david, he was working out in the fields
while his brothers lined up to be king
You led him to a giant, led him to the throne
to God alone goes the glory
now i see why You choose losers
God, it’s not what i do
if any good be found in me, it’s You
you know peter tried, but got it wrong
he kept making promises he couldn’t keep
You know he denied, and he fell asleep
three 2nd chances, “if you love me, feed my sheep”
gideon, he was weakest – weakest in the land
but you called him to victory
still he had no skill, no steadfast will
to God alone be the glory
October 1st, 2001
written while watching familes searching for the missing after September 11th
Listen to “911″
tangible shadows
a reason to fear
out of the darkness
evil is here
hope holds a picture
we don’t seek to find
but bring to life
the death on our minds
how long will you tarry, Lord?
how long till you carry us home?
my soul cries to You…for rescue
dust in our lungs
but what shall we scream
wake in a nightmare
fresh from a dream
sunshine escapes us
it must look away
while we survivors
must stay
September 14th, 2001
listen to the mp3
coincidence took me through my past
now the houses are old and the traffic’s too fast
so i pulled into our goodbye driveway
to see if i could slow time down someway
engine off, i still grip the wheel
like it’s a bumpy ride across all i feel
but i’d gone so far, so far now some how
could not just pull away again now
soft knock on the familiar screen
a glimpse of way back midst the changes i’d seen
but a stranger stood in front of me
sayin’ he wasn’t buying anything
but then i gave him your name he said
‘i’m sorry, you just missed her
can i give her a message
when she gets back from her sisters?’
oh the years came back to me then
standing on the porch of a distant friend
how could i fit all the years
into words that would fill your ears
should i leave my number or not
try to ignite what time forgot
should i tell him our long story
and end it with I’m sorry?
i just gave him my name and said
‘tell her i just missed her’
then i turned and walked away
leaving us in history
July 2nd, 1999
i didn’t like him. he annoyed me. sat across the aisle from me in class – within two weeks
i got word he was dead – killed while evading the police on his motorcycle.
Listen to “Aisle Over”
alarm clock bell to bell
just another day under my belt
sure I pause now and then
to think of how God must have felt
to send His son
the sacrifice of Jesus
oh but they knew what lie ahead
and I am so envious
but I can’t just hold God’s plan
and wave it like a four leaf clover
when I won’t see my whole destiny
could be one aisle over
well i never knew his name
but i sure had my thoughts
a first sight judgment
i had him pegged on the spot
i knew he would be there
always askin’ why
tonight i sit surprised
I didn’t expect him to die
i can say he wouldn’t change
he’d be dead anyway
even if i’d spoken up
God i wish i would speak up
but I can’t ignore God’s plan for me
pull off the four leaves of clover
and i can’t see my destiny
was sitting one aisle over
his empty chair is haunting
i should have told him “hi”
cause now more than ever
i wish i’d said, “Goodbye”
December 31st, 1998
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