Saturday, November 29, 2008

Just when I thought you weren't saying a word

I want to fix my eyes on what is true and holy
I want to fix my eyes on you and all your glory
All of this could pass away and still I'd coming running into your open arms
You are who you say you are.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

And, tonight my song becomes my prayer.

Because I realized that I've been trying to save myself.

But, I need you.


Sunday, November 16, 2008

A Year of Change

And I remember the list I wrote in the month of January
Of dreams that I was trusting you with.
Tears were spent, prayers were said, my heart poured out.

And I didn't know if you'd answer them.
And I didn't know how you'd answer them if you did.
And I didn't know when.

And you promised me back in the month of March
That this would be a year of change.

It's been more than I could have ever expected.
Every one of those dreams has been addressed in on way or another

And when January rolls around again.
I will sit down again.
And new tears will fall, new prayers will be said, new desires will be poured out.
As I write down a new list.
And I'll post it up on my wall.
And then we'll go through another year with me trusting you.
And you being faithful.

It's an adventure that I love being on with you.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

And these emotions.
They're always right there, touching the tips of your fingers.
Don't suppress them, you're allowed to feel.
As long as you don't grab them and hold on for dear life.

What is there exactly to say about my life this evening?

Sunday, November 09, 2008

For someone who sings, I think it's strange that I can't whistle for my life.
Sure, I can make a noise, but it's full of air, and I can't hold a tune.

The clouds are gray outside, and the trees are naked. All their leaves have abandoned them and they're left to deal with the harsh winter air. It makes me want to hide in my house and never leave.

I wonder if I'm still hidden.

Thursday, November 06, 2008

I have.

Humiliated in basketball. Frustrated in math. Tired from homework.
Today was rough.
Tomorrow's a new day though.
That makes me smile a little.

Have you ever played a song you wrote for someone, in front of that someone without them knowing? I have. It's a liberating feeling.
It's like wind in your face on a beautiful fall day.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

It's warm enough outside that I can be sitting here in a T-shirt, have my window open, and not be shivering.
They call it Indian summer.
Not sure why.
But I expect that as soon as this warm week is over, that snow will come by the foot.
Euh. I'm not ready for snow.

I hate it when people misunderstand you for being rude, when you really didn't mean to.
I hate it when people assume things about you and expect you to explain your actions.
To certain people, I hate being vulnerable.

However, I've been on the flip side of those three things and I'm sure those people didn't enjoy it that much either.


Sunday, November 02, 2008

I don't have to fear anymore,
For you are with me.