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Come Find Me

Here my sins
Sweep them away
Of this temple
Cleanse it all
Deliver the merchants away
And bring the emptiness
Let grace be the paint
And mercy the tiles
Of this temple

Come find me
For I have sinned
And be but a burden
To a church I sought

Come find me here
Help me love again
Make this temple a loving one again
Never a temple where
It shall be described
As rude or mean

But let this temple of Yours
Be a loving one again
Take this pride
And break it away
Shatter it and fling me into the depths
Let this leap of faith
Bring me to solid ground again
Where I may walk among Your gracious ways

Come find me,
This I plea
That I may again
Be the light to Your people. 

Where shall peace lay?

The traveler seeks not the calm and peace
‘Til the storm shall rage and the road shall end
But by then, the plains of peace are but a long past dream
Of guilt and pain should the traveler be
Knowing the whispers of God
And turning away all the same
Whose fault shall it be
But of the man who sought the imperiling passion
To forsake the reason that should have lived
Who but the man should be blamed
Who should be this man that mercy shall be laid?
What hope shall there be for this man who loved naught but him?

Here, in the rain, with the flood that should sweep him away
Here. Here, the somber traveler waits…for what mortal shall cease the rain
Or create a wall til the flood abates?
Say the words the traveler thinks
Of forgiveness that could be said
Like magic, all will be stayed

But why shall this moment be different?
Again and again the floods have come
Risen the man to his lips
To coldly kiss the last life away
To drown his very soul
Into the abyss of eternal night

Oh, what is different today?
Different is the traveler who forgot sin’s wage
And sought the folly that stumbled his way
Of temptation he is easily made

Where shall peace lay
The question remains
As the last air is breathed
Who shall save
But God who must be away
Tired of the traveler’s disregard

No…no, no one can save
The traveler concluded
As his eyes closed
And his lungs collapsed
Oh where does peace lay?

But peace still remains with Him
For tonight, the traveler begs
Echoing from the deep caverns of his heart
Once again, ringing the bells
That should alarm
That the traveler should thrash
Against the coming tides
Should open his eyes against
Death’s frightful eyes
What a fight the traveler makes
Though his mind is not of faith
His heart is made of stronger strength
That the spirit should reside
And plead for the Son to save
So shall the Son push the traveler
Back into the sun
And clear the rain
So no troubles should befall
The traveler’s way 

That it is the Son,
The kiss of the Son
Of righteousness
And holiness
Should revive the traveler’s heart
To beat once more
And restore the faith
To a march
Who but the Son
Should save the one?
Here the beggar
Is now alive and won

Where shall peace lay?
It is with Him
Who has nails in his hands
To tell me how much
He loves me. 

Steer this traveler again. 

The Son that should have been

What should sin be to me?
It is dead, dead, all dead
Its malignant hate off me
Breaking terror no longer master
What should sin be, but death?

Then, why should sin creep back in
Seduce me right back in
To give wrath and guilt?
That with my own hand
I drink this cup
That should never have been drunk
That I should pour judgment upon me
To ruin the righteous clothes
That covers my shame

That I should cut away the only love
And love that would never love me
With a blink of an eye
I betray those who would give me hope
And rush to those who would hate
How does my soul reason
That I should return
To what I mustn’t

Day by day,
I walk alone
Trying to get rid of it all
Trying to be a hero
Trying to be a dream
I flee from the refuge
Too proud of myself
Then why should God send His cavalry?
To outpace even the wind,
His people come to me
On His beckoning, I’m returned
In a flash, I’m back
In His kingdom’s courts

I’m broken and tired
Under the rags, lies a tire soul
Should I flee from a kingdom who heals
Of this sin that should steal me away
What must I do?

To read His letter to me
And have heart again
Because I never was alone
And my heart’s not my own
But stamped with His love
I’m under Him
Part of His protectorate
What is sin to me
When grace should be fighting for me?

For when Christ entered the court
And plead for me
Delivered me
To grant upon me
The pardon of eternity,
His love created the greatest uproar
And He, the Lion,
The fiercest of all
Strode upon the filthy earth
Through pain and toil
To return me back home
Buying my bail
And breaking my chains
To make me a son
I should have been

The Dance Floor

Originally written on December 18, 2011

What a day to spend
Of having unbiased friends
Who should look at the worst
And see just the best
And laugh all the same
With great big smiles
And patient hearts
To help a poor soul
Dance off a some
Spending the night
With photography glamour
And ritzy gambling
While humming to the songs
That makes everybody dance

But the one highlight came later that night
When the music began
And everyone crept on the floor
To dance to a single song
With the same motions
Better done than a professional
It was dancing in unison
That got me into a groove
Leaving me smiling
To a whole room
That flowed in tune

What a night,
A splendid night
To have spent it with dear friends
Who knew no better
Than to love and give.

Revisit

From black to white
There’s a room
With photographs

And it’s growing
New walls being made
Old walls giving way
To add more walls
For more memories

Let this room
Be the room that made it true
That hope and dreams remain
That no man can break these walls
From white to black
When life returns to its former shadow
The light in each
Shall be one small flame
That makes a tunnel of a stars

For this room is the heart inside
Though it should never see the sun
The warmth is greater than the sun’s
Because each face shall be a smile
And one more reason of joy
That in this heart,
A festival commences
For the world’s inside
In which every hand wrote their name
And left their soul within

I carry the light given by many
Lit by the One who gave

How then shall I walk away?
So in Your light, I rest
With Your people,
I am pleased to be in this room
And find an eternal slumber
Dreaming the last remaining years
In heavenly happiness