if we all knew
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each bud that sits
each bud that sits
and waits and blooms
holds his love
through and through
shows strength
and beauty and life so true
that we may see
and live some too
recharged
like an old battery
revived
like a drowning man
anew, with each breath
true feeling cannot be expressed
so fresh
like a ripe peach on the highest branch
impressed
as if every last drop I have to quench
undone
the wrongs of yesterday
unsung
the song of my life just longing to play
clean and pure
almost sure
denying lures
and letting go
sense him here
always near
never fear
because he is always with me
reaching out
unable to shout
never a doubt
that He will somehow help
hide my face
feel the grace
can then hold my minute place
He has lifted me again
out of the hole
the bottomless whirlpool
that left me a fool
He put me back on my feet
a little wise
in a tightening vice
a melting disquise
leaving only the truth
He has poured graciously into my soul
questions questions
questions, questions .. fill my head
what is life and what is death?
is there a difference if one chooses to live
a life with no feelings; chooses not to give
Won’t give love, won’t give fear
won’t give laughter and no tears
Life is what one brings to it
not just walking through without breathing in
a life fulfilled is a life well-lived
A life worth livingin in which a man concedes and gives
Gives of himself
gives of his heart
gives of his being
each and every part
when one lets go
decides to give in
his life at that moment
does finally begin
see all that I want
see all that i want
right in front of me
the dream that’s been in my head
I can finally see
nothing i can do
to make it all come true
for now it’s in the hands of God
awaiting the approving nod
it’s hard to see it all so close
and yet so far away
when the only thing that one can do
is wait and hope and pray
all alone, but not really
all alone, but not really
in my own world that’s not really my own
thinking thoughts that aren’t really mine
living a life that does not belong to me
so what’s the difference if I lose or win
or since it’s not my game, can I ever be anything but a useless pawn?
jump around on the board for no obvious reason
just to move
but the one who made me knows the way
leads me somehow through every game I play
letting in is not defeat
just as making it to the end isn’t victory
it’s not the destination that’s important
but the long route that gets you there
sleeping on the floor
dreaming of the sky
opening her heart to everyone
the girl begins to cry
the door is closing once again
on the dream she holds so dear
her world slowly crumbles
she fills with hope and fear
‘maybe next time’ is all she thinks
attempting to clear her head
peering through the darkness
for the truth she seeks instead
as the light goes out on her short and solemn day
she utters a small prayer
that she will find the way