10.14.09

Hey! I know, I said I'd write back soon. Sorry, I guess I let time get away from me.

I wrote this song a few nights ago (yes, I thought this blog would be about poetry, too. But, hey, nothing better than winging it, right?). It had been a really hard week; harder than usual. God felt pretty far away and I was really really lonely. 

So, here's my song! It's creatively titled, Song #4. Clever, huh?

verse one:

Looked in the mirror, hated what I saw.

What I saw made my heart sink low.

My eyes were once filled with the spark of life,

But now they are a picture of sorrow.

verse two:

My eyes could tell you stories of my pain,

The lonely hours of no place called home.

My lips can sing to you a sorry tune,

A song the lonely too well know.

And it goes,

chorus:

La la la la la,

Father if you please,

La la la la la,

Let this cup pass from me.

La la la la la,

I can no longer run,

La la la la la,

But let your will be done.

verse three:

I'm singin' songs about my yesterdays,

And times of runnin' through the flowered grass.

I used to have all that I thought I'd want,

But now I see that You are all I have.

verse four:

And though I'm missing everything I've lost,

I see I'm richer than I used to be.

As time keeps turnin' I'll look just to You,

Cause without You, I could not be me.

(chorus)

10.02.09

Hey guys! Sorry, it's been a while. I kind of go through writing spurts. They're quite sporadic and very unpredictable. I just went through one this week and came away with a few songs and decided to post one today! Be sure to comment tell me what you think!

Chorus:

This is a love song,

This is a song of love,

Written just for You,

Only You, no one else.

Verse One:

The flowers bloom for You,

The stars, they sing to You.

They speak in every language,

And always make a symphony for You.

Verse Two:

The trees whisper to You,

The seas, they roar to You.

They never stop their singing,

They always make a symphony for You.

(chorus)

Verse Three:

And here I stand and sing,

My heart, my only gift.

For such a precious King,

My voice, all I can lift.

Bridge:

A symphony, I cannot bring,

My voice is weak, can barely sing.

A symphony, I cannot bring,

But take this tiny offering.

(x2)

(chorus)