My thoughts. Unedited, out of order, ancient and new and promising and a waste of time. This blogs for me. Not to bolster or hinder an image. Just to write, knowing that it will always be my refuge from myself.

10.04.2006

My heart was broken
So I made a solemn prayer
I gave it to the Lord
And promised to leave it there
But if the choice was mine
To you I'd give myself completely
And pray for all time
That you'd stay here with me

You are my dream come true
I put my faith in you
I thought I'd never love again
But suddenly I am:
Forever yours.

Don't be discouraged
If I run away
It might take a while
To feel safe enough to stay
But I'll come back to you
As long as you'll have me
And I promise to be true
While I'm running

You are my dream come true
I put my faith in you
I thought I'd never love again
But suddenly I am:
Forever yours.

Crying in a corner, chaos closing in
Overtaken by the darkness my feeble light grows dim
The storms of doubt are raging
The waves of fear crash forth
I fight against the current
But my heart can take no more

Alone, and afraid, in the night I've lost my way
But in the midst of my despair,
I can hear you softly say:

Be still, my child.
Fear not for I am with you
And have been here all the while
Be still, my love
For I know the plans I have for you
To give you hope, and not to harm you
Be still and know,
I am God.

There's a fortress that surrounds me
A refuge in my mind
Layers of hurt and anger that I hide my heart behind
You stand there silently waiting as I refuse to see
That you have come to save me, that you are all I need.

I scream, and I fight.
You simply hold me while I cry
And as my defenses fall
You remind me, with a sigh:

Be still, my child.
Fear not for I am with you
And have been here all the while
Be still, my love
For I know the plans I have for you
To give you hope and not to harm you
Be still and know:
I am God.

I am God.

Do you think of me when you're crying and alone?
Do you long to hear my voice, but can't pick up the phone?
Do you try to see, to read, something in my eyes?


Can you never focus on the matter that's at hand
Because I'm on your mind, do you try to brush them off but cant?
And when I'm in the room, do your eyes NEED to find mine?

Are you scared to ask, so afraid of what you'll find--
But you have to know because it's killing you inside?
Do your heart and soul take up arms against your mind?

I know you think of me.
But do you dream of me?
I know you speak to me.
But are you seeking me?

And do you love me?