Each time before when I had falle… I found upon the ground were words… a latticework of scaffolding to cl… back to the surface with the crowd… I’d stay close to the ledge not kn…
Things to adorn yourself. Things for your home. Things of a thousand kind, what do you own? Gather it all til you have everyth…
Balancing midst them both, two liv… Split down the middle and torn at… Tiptoe the balance beam, pleasing… who know only one side of things. Confliction, a way of life down to…
Sinners & publicans. Pharisees, s… Unto neither of these could I eve… for I read of these groups in the… and both make me feel to exclaim w… “Oh praise be that I’m not as oth…
He did it because no one else coul… Hands raised in praise, yet so few… I guess it’s enough just to know t… but there’s more I wanted to under… I sought for an answer, unwritten…
I spent my whole life building. I saw it all, yeah ups and downs. Started from nothing, God knows I… and brought this empire from the g… For generations I have toiled to…
I see it time and time again that beauty’s made by what is spen… A beauty that demands a price with outer glow and inner ice. And observation seems to tell
At the end of the day if the truth… we don’t own a single thing we hol… Not the spoils we gain, nor the go… Not the things we reap. Not the t… that we build upon, where we stake…
I never felt to push or shove people toward the God of love. It seemed that it was not my place… “Just give them time and give them… But then I came to understand,
I’ve never liked the winds of chan… they bring the cold and driving ra… destroying what was calm and warm and leaving nothing but the storm. They make me have to rise and flee
I cannot help but wonder as I wan… and try to find a purpose in this… Why don’t we have a Moses or a No… like those who came before us had… Why don’t we have the likes of men…
The feeling haunts me time and time again. I feel it as it’s coming like a scent upon the wind.
I want to write a song today from… Won’t paint to kill the dead saint… that I’ve been praying in the dark… and wishing the bathwater clean in… I hope to finally find the strengt…
I walk this walk in winter’s fog along the path to fill each day. Each stranger I see barely nods, they pass by without aught to say. Against the cold I wrap my coat
It’s finally the day to come, blood mixing in. Flows like a river through oceans of sin. Long past the point
