On her day,A Gift could not be ample.For all the waysShe gave me loves samples.
Abide in You,How I try to do.Oh the fruits to bare,In Your loving care.
There’s a city on the run;Blackened by their burning Sun.It’s overcast by dark black fear,With occasional showers of hard tears.
In midst the battle of the day,When all hope faded away.I sunk to my knees,Hoping to state my pleas.
Great is the heart,That’s full of love.Great is the soul,That’s free as a dove.
I took my thoughts,And laid them down.So I could see,My reflection on the ground.
I wish I was the moon,Reflecting on a car’s hood.I wish I was a deer,Hiding in the dark woods.
I love you Lord,And praise You with my words.You’re my father up above;My mighty loving rescue dove.
Death where is you sting,You sinful mortal thing?Death where is your pain,You fearful emotional rain?
The Lord is my foundation;With no second thought or consideration.My life I trust to Him,For time and joy are so slim.
My life is totally surrounded in pain,But by God’s grace I’m still sane.His love is all that protects,From the World’s killing effect.
My heart is heavy;Hear my sigh, O Lord.My sins are many;Hear my cry, O Lord.
The growth of their hearts,Seems so distant, so strange.Simple it does start,Yet ends so evil, so derange.
Of Him, The wise do speak;Of Him, The humble do seek.Of Him, The joyful do praise;Of Him, The Spirit does blaze.
Once upon a day,The World did say;What you have begun,Just cannot be done.
Precious Loving Lord;To You how I do cry.For my sins are so many,That my heart could just die.
Grass withers and flowers fade,But the Word of God is forever made.Yet many are like that grass,Which sway with the mass.
It steals a bird of it’s wings,It rapes a throne of it’s king.It takes a man of it’s soul,It deprives a warrior of it’s goal.
Love is a two way street,It’s not an easy feat.The only person I see,Is a lonely man named Me.
There is a man,That roams the ground.Looking for those,Who wish to be found.
The World says I have no ambition,Yet I hope, I dream.The World says I’m not intelligent,Yet I believe I am.
The might of our Lord,Beyond the extremes of our mind.His truth, a double-edge sword;Piercing the hearts of our kind.
World I knew you had a view;But your foolishness I wish I knew.Pride leads you as a beast,As you search for a love feast.