You're a painting with symbols deep, a symphony
soft as it shifts from dark beneath
A poem that flows, caressing my skin
in all of these things You reside and i
want to flow from the pen, bow and brush
The paper and string, and canvas touch
With ink in the air, to dust your light
From morning to the black of night . . .
One of wildest things in the world happened today.
I went to my last exam of the summer quarter after a much appriciated God provided study break . . .
This is my call i belong to You
This is my call to sing the melodies of You
This is my call i can do nothing else
i can do nothing else
. . . and after an hour of being there we all left without answering a single question.
I still don't know what happened but the Prof didn't show up.
I got to share Jesus with this guy who was seating next to me while we waited and it turns out he was a believer and idunno . . . it was cool. Obviously, right?
You're the scent of an unfound bloom
A simple tune
i only write variations to
A drink that will knock me down on the floor
A key that will unlock the door
Where i hear a voice sing familiar themes
Then beckons me weave notes in between
A bow and a string, a tap and glass
You pour me till the day has passed . . .
As we were all leaving to go on with our day and figure out what to do next I noticed all of the different people in the class that I was about to leave for possibly the last time.
Some were Jewish and others were Muslim. Some believed in Jesus and knew He was the Son of God while others didn't and sadly . . . idunno, I guess that's it. "That's it," is the sad part you know?
This is my call i belong to You
This is my call to sing the melodies of You
This is my call i can do nothing else
i can do nothing else
Lesson learned
This week some of my imperfections have come up into plain view and I just sort of stared at them with this awful feeling in my stomach.
"Where do I go from here?" was the question.
Don't wait too long to be who God would want you to be now.
God bless.