Press On

When life is quickly passing by, and all you want to do is cry, just look your pain square in the eye, and press on again, soon it will end, hold on til then, and press on, press on, 

press on, again. 

Writhing

Bitten by reality, its poison pulses throughout me
It circulates around my heart until my whole life falls apart
Why can’t I live inside my mind and leave the mortal world behind
Instead of drudging through each day where other forms get in the way
Is what I wish too much to ask to slip away and not look back
The “real” and “known” I would forsake to wither from this formidable snake

PS1

Blessed is the man who walks

Not in the counsel of the wicked

But in the way of righteousness

May his head be lifted

He who thinks of You each day

And dreams of Your love every night

May he not be put to shame

But find in You his true delight

Prosper the path of the godly

Make his way to be secure

May each fruit yield in its season

For Your love will always endure

A Rose

A rose was given to her as she

Arose from her seat and made her way forward

A road stretched out before her

A rote ambition was stifling

I wrote the same scenario before

I rode her beyond her breaking point

I rose to claim my seeming victory

A rose was then given to me

That's What's So Amazing

All the successes for which I strive, my selfish ambitions in and out with the tide

I just want to earn every penny I make, deserve the reward for each action I take

That’s how the world works; it’s cause and effect, and it’s the very system I need to reject

But the concept of grace, something given for free; it confuses my brain and it mystifies me

God’s Rewards At Christ’s Expense, it simply doesn’t make any sense

Nothing to prove before I receive, You only ask that I believe

There’s no check-marks or stars on my chart, there’s no scores written down on my score card

Everything I know does an about-face, that’s what’s so amazing about grace

I work to get the things I have and work even harder when times get bad

Stretching the limits of my own strength and pushing myself to greater lengths

Worn out and tired is all I get, and don’t forget to complain about it

But grace gives work an effortless peace, I can trust instead of worrying

God’s Resting At Christ’s Expense, it simply doesn’t make any sense

Nothing to prove before I receive, You only ask that I believe

There’s no kind of effort ever can be enough, to acquire unconditional love

Everything I know does an about-face, that’s what’s so amazing about grace

There’s so much in life I try to control, slipping through the fist of my desperate hold

Stress gets me down, and it gets me down good when nothing goes the way I think that it should

Of course I know better, have it all figured out, nothing comes to those who doubt

But grace is the ability to let go, to get out of the way and let God’s goodness flow

God’s Reassurance At Christ’s Expense, it simply doesn’t make any sense

Nothing to prove before I receive, You only ask that I believe

There’s no job too big, no concern too small, You have the perfect plan for them all

Everything I know does an about-face, that’s what’s so amazing about grace

Frozen

The sky grows dark, and the storm clouds thicken

As winter descends, and the air goes chill

Summertime was brief, now the sun light’s hidden

And the tundra of my heart is still

Frozen

A solid chunk of ice

My heart is frozen

It shows no signs of life

Existing too long in the shadows

Been neglected and lost battles

Drained of hope and joy is distant

There are no marks of resistance

No beating, no sense of rhythm

Not even trying to get hidden

Frozen