Roots

I'm waiting, without knowing what I'm waiting for. And so, I just keep waiting.

And I'm wondering, is hope supossed to hurt? Because sometimes, hoping hurts. Does that mean my hope is not set on what it ought to be? I think perhaps so. For I've been told hope does not disappoint.

Lord, let love grow in my heart, strong and true. Let roots of hope find solid ground to grow, let them reach deep into You. That though my eyes don't know what to look for, and my hands aren't sure what they should reach for, that the roots will know their branches and the hope will see it's truth.

Inside Your Song

Build me a home inside your song
Frame my walls inside those eyes of steal
Then sweep away my fears and paint me real.

Build me a home that's strong.
Where your words become my heart's seal
And rhythms find a way to heal.

Getting Along

I think I get along with you just fine.
But getting along without you-
Well, that's giving me a hard time.

Feeding Fire

I know your fire burns hot and deep
Consumes the ones who cry aloud
That it’s all they want to need.
That they’d give there all, and that’s
What I’ve herd the fire feeds,
Or rather what feeds that fire.

Yet there’s a strange desire
Inside, it feels almost like that fire
Craving, cracking, reaching higher
This something pulls me ever nearer
While my devotion tires and retires

I’m close enough to feel it reaching
Reaching at my heart.
I’m close enough to smell its odor,
Smells like flowers on a funeral pier.
Feel its flames lick my face,
Yes, I want to come one more pace.

I feel it needs a gift, something of my own
If I would dare to come this close
I think of what’s in this little pocket I’ve sewn.
And I’m compelled to give the flames
That which I’d never dare not know.

So I empty out what I’ve carried around
I drop treasures in these flames.
And the fire that burns, before my eyes
Suddenly ignites from my soul within.
And I look for what else this fire I can feed.
This fire that feeds the little ember that is me.