All of creation obeys without hesitation,
And here I am, with blood on my hands
And there He is, the first one to stand declaring,
I want to try again
I’m sorry for turning you
A R O U N D A N D A R O U N D A N D A R O U N D A N D A R O U N D A N D A R O U N D
making you stumble and fall.
But I’m even sorrier for getting upset when you don’t see me, after you finally stand back up again.
I. I am ’(almost)’ personified.
II. My lungs can’t handle for their breath to be taken away
because the oxygen I’m breathing these days
is borrowed anyways.
It hesitates to enter in because it’s apparent
that this element
isn’t in its element
in my element.
III. When you continuously repeat a word
it starts to sound mispronounced
and I wonder if that’s what happened
whenever people told me i’m worth(y)
V. I know that life is just a shot in the dark with Thee, but
dammit, God, do You even hear my pleas
for some sort of ‘yes’?
or even a ‘no,’ I don’t care where We go;
I just want to know.
Love me easy,
Love me slow,
Love me well;
Love me still
What’s the difference between a missionary and a lover?
I feel like a fool
For planning a trip to the Grand Canyon
And dreaming of Christmas
In North Carolina mountains
When I answered the phone
With a choked hello
My heart already knew you had called to say
You weren’t coming home