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A Colorless Spring
Afraid
Far Away Places
Filter of the Cross
How Do I See You
Simplicity of Purity
So Much Power
White Roses & Promises

 

 

 

 

 

A Colorless Spring

Life drains from the grey mountain shadows
A colorless spring devoid of cheer
Meets me at my wits end

The Cold Hand of time
Grabs hold of the back of my neck
And pushes me forward
Further and further from my youth
Irrevocably toward a fate sealed in stone
Further and Further from my dreams
Down a dark path filled with challenge
With loneliness,
With despair

I know now that all dreams die
In the throws of anguish
Or silently without a word
The color drains away
Bleak reality takes hold
And you wind up staring down the
Dark broken corridors of regret
Unable to grasp hold of the passions
That where once all consuming

Frigid and lifeless like a colorless spring
Like a May frost
Like the grey mountain shadows
That challenge even the winds

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Far Away Places

There are places so far away but just down the street
Where the bus stop soldiers and part time mothers meet
Where the hope of salvation is so far away
Where the only rest we can count on is the shade at midday

Far Away Places we visit each day
You can't hide from Grace
You can try to turn your face
But you can't hide from Grace

There are places so far away but just over the horizon
Where the Great Wall rises above the mountain sky
Where the History is thick and the people don't ask why
Where the only hope they have is rationed by the state

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There are places so far away but we know all the faces
Where the roads are long and the roads are straight
Where the corn and the wheat roll like the sea
Where steeples tower over the prairie fields like Babble

I have been to the far away places
I have kept their secrets in my heart
I have seen East and I've seen West
I have seen God working in far away places

I've seen His hands getting dirty
Lord make me your Hands in Far Away Places
Lord make me your Hands

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Filter of the Cross

In the light of day
I can keep my faith
When everyone is watching
When everyone is awake
But I in bed at night
When the lights are all out
And I am all alone with
My most secret thoughts
I wonder down hidden paths
I travel Ghettos of my mind
Where my sin's not hard to find

I can't see myself through the filter of the Cross
I don't see what You see in me Lord
I only see the failure and the pain and regret
I only see the bad and my capacity to sin
I can't imagine you dying for me?
I know that you Love me Lord Jesus
I know you see me through the Filter of the Cross
I know that you saved me and set me free
I know that you are there waiting for me

Help me see Lord
Help me see
Help me see me through the Filter of the Cross
Help me see me like you do

I have seen the world over and back
I have seen what man can do to man
Some people deserve what they get!
But I don't deserve any less.

Help me to see them through the Filter of the Cross

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Where the ghost of my past Rattle the chains of regret

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Afraid

I am afraid and all alone
In a quiet place I cry
Think of the things I've done
And the reasons

There is no room to go back
And undo the things I've done
When promises fall to the ground And Shatter

There is no room in my life for you
There is no room in my life for you

I have finished all my plans
Bold writing on the wall
Think of the grief I've caused
And the reasons

I've never been alone
Been lonely all my life
Think of the Reasons why
And they're empty

I've known you for so long
You've never let me down
But I cling to the things I hate
And I'm falling

Make room in my life for you
Mold my heart to seek your face
Make room is my life for you
Conform me to your Spirit
Make room in my life for you
Take the throne and rule me

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How do I see you, you ask?
You are the lover I will never have
The missing part of my soul that will remain forever hidden
You are the fire that fuels my passions
And the desire behind my motivation
You are the sun that warms my face
The distance between my heart and head
You are the fragrance of surrender
And the gentle breeze that renews my strength
You are the soft lines and gentle curves that captivate my imagination
The texture of silk and the vibrancy of a sunset
You are the light in my eyes
And the passing, secrete smile on my face
You are the road not traveled
The secret passage behind the stairs
You are the deepest mystery to unravel
And the refuge from all my cares
You are the darkness just on the periphery
The forbidden fruit I dare not touch
You are the lever and wedge of distraction
And the rush that is never enough
You are my dearest friend
The wind in my sails
You are the legs beneath my faith
And the companion of my dreams
This is how I see you
feel you
experience you
and know that I am loved

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So much power / so little control

Woke up with tears in my eyes
Praying that the fire within me is a controlled burn
Not a raging wild fire with a life of it's own
I fear the monster that has been unleashed

So much power / so little control

The passions that are at war within me,
while a creature of my own creation
All seem larger and more powerful than I am

So much power / so little control

My fate has long been sealed
By the craft and trade of my own heart
With the canyons edge to my back
I wait for the elements to decide my fate

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Simplicity of Purity

There is a simplicity in purity
Like white on a field of red
A beauty greater than the sum
Like the ever changing effect of shadow
Across the mountain's face
Like the amber rolling sand
At the ocean's edge
Like the dancing fluid reflections
At the heart of a desert stream

The basest of emotions are the simplest; the rawest by degrees
Love, Anger and Lust and Greed
More powerful than Hunger
and the drive to survive
Is the simplicity of Purity
The inertia of our lives

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White Roses and Promises

After burying my grandmother,
on our trip back home to Colorado,
my wife asked me if I would mind.

Mind stopping off at Forest Lawn
So she could lay some flowers at a grave.
At the grave side of her mother,
Dead now for 33 years,
Gone as long as Jesus walked this earth,

She knelt low on bended knee
A small bouquet of white roses
And plain white envelope
And a stained glass butterfly
Would be all that she would leave

The sky was slate and ashen
Like only LA can be
But somehow beautiful and deadly all at once

When she walk back to the car
Alone and dry,
I asked the lonely question:
Why?

"I made a promise to my mother
At her graveside, White roses I would lay.
She made me promise
Now we are square.

I am sure she would have love to see the kids."

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