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Wedding Dress

So could you love this bastard child?
Though I don’t trust you to provide
With one hand in a pot of gold
And with the other in your side
‘Cause I am so easily satisfied
By the call of lovers so less wild
That I would take a little cash
Over your very flesh and blood

‘Cause I am a whore I do confess
But I put you on just like a wedding dress
And I run down the aisle, I run down the aisle
I’m a prodigal with no way home
But I put you on just like a ring of gold
And I run down the aisle
I run down the aisle to you

You Are Mine

Everyone has their obsession
Consuming thoughts, consuming time
They hold high their prized possession
That defines the meaning of their lives

You are mine

There are objects of affection
That can mesmerize the soul
There is always one addiction
That just can not be controlled

You are mine

In a world of fugitives, the person taking the opposite direction will appear to run away.
T.S. Eliot
It is doubtful whether God can bless a man greatly until He has hurt him deeply.
A.W. Tozer
Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For

I believe in the Kingdom Come
Then all the colors will bleed into one
Bleed into one
But yes I’m still running

You broke the bonds
And you loosened the chains
Carried the cross
Of my shame
Oh my shame
You know I believe it

But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for

He cannot ravish. He can only woo.
C.S. Lewis
Roses From My Friends

When the last word has been spoken
and we’ve beared witness to the final setting sun
all that shall remain is a token
of what we’ve said and done

When all we’ve had has been forsaken
distant church bells no longer ring
that’s the sound of a heart taken
and the story of tears from a king

The stones from my enemies
these wounds will mend
but I cannot survive
the roses from my friends

This may be the last time I see you
forgive me for holding you close
this may be the last time that I see you
so of this moment I will make the most

This may be the last time I see you
but if you keep me in your heart
together we shall be eternal
if you believe
we shall never part

I never liked jazz music because jazz music doesn’t resolve. But I was outside the Bagdad Theater in Portland one night when I saw a man playing the saxophone. I stood there for fifteen minutes, and he never opened his eyes… After that I liked jazz music. Sometimes you have to watch somebody love something before you can love it yourself.
Donald Miller
Carbon Ribs

A thousand miles of pain I’m sure
Led you to the threshold
Of my hearts screen door
To tell me what it is I’m dying for
Gravity comes
Like a cold cold Rain
To lead me to the rope again
But someone is standing in my place

Cause I’m a dead man now
With a ghost who lives
Within the confines of
These carbon ribs
And one day when I’m free
I will sit
The cripple at your table
The cripple by your side

And I sit beside you

I Shall Not Walk Alone

Hope is alive while we’re apart
Only tears can speak for my heart
Break the chains that hold us down
And we shall be forever bound

When I’m tired and weary
and a long way from home
I reach for Mother Mary
and I shall not walk alone

Shadow Proves the Sunshine

We are crooked souls trying to stay up straight,
Dry eyes in the pouring rain
The shadow proves the sunshine

Arithmetic

I know now you are so much more than arithmetic
I add, if I subtract
If I give it all, try to take some back
I’ve forgotten the freedom that comes from the fact
That you are the sum
So you are the one I want

When the years are showing on my face
And my strongest days are gone
When my heart and flesh depart this place
From a life that sung your song

You’ll still be the one I want

The church is a whore, but she’s my mother.
St. Augustine
Naive

Because shadows stretch behind the truth,
Where stained glass offers broken clues
And fear ties knots and pulls them tight.
It leaves us paralyzed.

But in the end such tired words will rest.
The truth will reroute the narrow things they’ve said.
The marionette strings will lower and untie
And out of the ashes, love will be realized.

God knows that we’ve been naive
And a bit nearsighted to say the least.
It’s broken glass at children’s feet
That gets swept aside unexpectedly.