Keeping track of the ways I screw up
I'm noticing there ain't nothing new I've done
The same issues won't seem to shake off
How the hell am I supposed to keep pressing on
You think I'd learn there are puddles in the streets
Twenty years of the same path every day
Can't seem to find peace in my own strength
Teach me love, teach me love, teach me love and your ways
Oh! Round and round we go
We're like a ferris wheel
That has lost control
We move in these circles
Like the dog returns to vomit
We're so out of control
Progress is not a relative term
We can't convince people to follow our lead
Then change the vision we held so high
I need to stand on the truth and not the lie
We try all the best foods
Not realizing the trash it is
We fill our minds with filth
Let's learn from our mistakes
And find amazing grace
Cuz it exists
Oh! Round and round we go
We're like a ferris wheel
That has lost control
We move in these circles
Like the dog returns to vomit
We're so out of control
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Thanks Abby!!!
So one of my good friends (Abigail Atchison) wrote a poem that was inspired by me (http://dear-abbi.blogspot.com/)!!! How I am inspiring still is not certain to me haha. Maybe I am not inspiring, but my love for cities and for London is??? I duno. But I thought I'd share it with anybody who cares :) enjoy!!!
The streets of London call him
The streets of London
The streets of London beckon him
The streets of London
He cannot find his way back
He seems to've lost his way back
If he could only get his heart back
Back to the streets of London
The streets of London stole him
The streets of London
The streets of London keep him
The streets of London
His body's just a shell here
His soul has long been elsewhere
His feet are trapped on endless paths
About the streets of London
The streets of London haunt him
The streets of London
The streets of London gnaw at him
The streets of London
Ring around the motorway
A pocket full of heart ache
Ashes Ashes
Pollute the streets of London
Ring around the motorway
A pocket full of heart ache
Ashes Ashes
He cannot see his London
The streets of London call him
The streets of London
The streets of London beckon him
The streets of London
He cannot find his way back
He seems to've lost his way back
If he could only get his heart back
Back to the streets of London
The streets of London stole him
The streets of London
The streets of London keep him
The streets of London
His body's just a shell here
His soul has long been elsewhere
His feet are trapped on endless paths
About the streets of London
The streets of London haunt him
The streets of London
The streets of London gnaw at him
The streets of London
Ring around the motorway
A pocket full of heart ache
Ashes Ashes
Pollute the streets of London
Ring around the motorway
A pocket full of heart ache
Ashes Ashes
He cannot see his London
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
To Lead is to Follow (Christ)
How can one lead
When all merely follow?
We're creatures who seem
To value what's hollow
We walk after things
That sit on a throne
They wear the great rings
That control our life's tone
So leading just may
Simply mean to parrot
Something with weight
Something of great merit
If you must lead
Make sure what you follow
Is none less than Jesus
Don't value what's hollow
When all merely follow?
We're creatures who seem
To value what's hollow
We walk after things
That sit on a throne
They wear the great rings
That control our life's tone
So leading just may
Simply mean to parrot
Something with weight
Something of great merit
If you must lead
Make sure what you follow
Is none less than Jesus
Don't value what's hollow
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Wash it Away
I wrote a song today and these are the lyrics that flowed into it. It is a very personally passionate song and I am almost afraid to put up the lyrics without people hearing the music. The music evokes the emotions I have concerning the words and hopefully soon I can record it so people can understand it completely :)
I've got ears, but your voice seems so far away
I'd swear I've heard it so clearly
But I can't deny that my faith is so small
I've got hope, though a fool's hope it might all be
Teach me to put all my trust in thee
I can't help but have unbelief
Oh! Wash it away!
I've read stories of faith that could part the seas
Faith that covers and washes clean
But all I have is my unbelief
I know sometimes it seems like our lives are lost
Real pain can make us recount the cost
I hate, I hate all my unbelief
Oh! Wash it away!
I've got ears, but your voice seems so far away
I'd swear I've heard it so clearly
But I can't deny that my faith is so small
I've got hope, though a fool's hope it might all be
Teach me to put all my trust in thee
I can't help but have unbelief
Oh! Wash it away!
I've read stories of faith that could part the seas
Faith that covers and washes clean
But all I have is my unbelief
I know sometimes it seems like our lives are lost
Real pain can make us recount the cost
I hate, I hate all my unbelief
Oh! Wash it away!
Friday, January 22, 2010
Warning: Low Ceiling
Myths and folklores
Sweet tales we'd like to jump into
Fireflies go round the flames
Sparks go up to our brains
Bright lights on black trains
And sirens for hurricanes
We alert the masses of these impending dooms
Scream for the world to hear
That disaster and trials are coming near
Don't forget these only cause a temporal loss
Warnings should include
Wishful thinking that holds our heads
We'd rather be ignorant
But by ignorance we'll be condemned
Bright lights on black trains
And sirens for hurricanes
We alert the masses of these impending dooms
Scream for the world to hear
That disaster and trials are coming near
Don't forget these only cause a temporal loss
I won't keep this silent
All should know
That even if the ocean should overflow
There's still hope beyond this
If we'd open our eyes
Though by darkness we're overcome
And even if the earth swallows us whole
There's life still beyond this
Through faith, grace, and love
Sleep time
Let's all pretend
It's just a dream that soon will end
Sweet tales we'd like to jump into
Fireflies go round the flames
Sparks go up to our brains
Bright lights on black trains
And sirens for hurricanes
We alert the masses of these impending dooms
Scream for the world to hear
That disaster and trials are coming near
Don't forget these only cause a temporal loss
Warnings should include
Wishful thinking that holds our heads
We'd rather be ignorant
But by ignorance we'll be condemned
Bright lights on black trains
And sirens for hurricanes
We alert the masses of these impending dooms
Scream for the world to hear
That disaster and trials are coming near
Don't forget these only cause a temporal loss
I won't keep this silent
All should know
That even if the ocean should overflow
There's still hope beyond this
If we'd open our eyes
Though by darkness we're overcome
And even if the earth swallows us whole
There's life still beyond this
Through faith, grace, and love
Sleep time
Let's all pretend
It's just a dream that soon will end
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Humility and Edification
As I have posted in previous blogs, I have been reading "Precious Remedies Against Satan's Devices" by Thomas Brooks, and Puritan preacher from the 1600's. YOU MUST READ THIS BOOK. In the fifth section of the book, under the third device, remedy number 12 says something that completely destroyed me (in a good way). In case I've already said too much as though to bore the reader from continuing on and actually reading the quote, I will stop now and HOPE you will read this section in it's entirety:
"Humility makes a man peaceable among brethren, fruitful in well-doing, cheerful in suffering, and constant in holy walking (1 Peter 5:5). Humility fits for the highest services we owe to Christ, and yet will not neglect the lowest service to the meanest saint (John 13:5). Humility can feed upon the meanest dish, and yet it is maintained by the choicest delicates, as God, Christ, and glory. Humility will make a man bless him that curses him, and pray for those that persecute him. An humble heart is an habitation for God, a scholar for Christ, a companion of angels, a preserver of grace, and a fitter for glory. Humility is the nurse of our graces, the preserver of our mercies, and the great promoter of holy duties. Humility cannot find three things on this side heaven: it cannot find fullness in the creature, nor sweetness in sin, nor life in an ordinance without Christ. An humble soul always finds three things on this side heaven: the soul to be empty, Christ to be full, and every mercy and duty to be sweet wherein God is enjoyed (Footnote 59: Humility, said Bernard, is that which keeps all graces together). Humility can weep over other men's weaknesses, and joy and rejoice over their graces. Humility will make a man quiet and contented in the meanest condition, and it will preserve a man from envying other men's prosperous condition (1 Thess. 1:2-3). Humility honours those that are strong in grace, and puts two hands under those that are weak in grace (Eph. 3:8). Humility makes a man richer than other men, and it makes a man judge himself the poorest among men. Humility will see much good abroad, when it can see but little at home. Ah, Christian! though faith be the champion of grace, and love the nurse of grace, yet humility is the beautifier of grace; it casts a general glory upon all the graces in the soul. Ah! did Christians more abound in humility, they would be less bitter, froward, and sour, and they would be more gentle, meek, and sweet in their spirits and practices. Humility will make a man have high thoughts of others and low thoughts of a man's self; it will make a man see much glory and excellency in others, and much baseness and sinfulness in a man's self; it will make a man see others rich, and himself poor; others strong, and himself weak; others wise, and himself foolish (Footnote 60: The humble soul is like the violet, which grows low, hangs the head downwards, and hides itself with its own leaves; and were it not that the fragrant smell of his many virtues discovered him to the world, he would choose to live and die in his self-contenting secrecy"). Humility will make a man excellent at covering others' infirmities, and at recording their gracious services, and at delighting in their graces; it makes a man joy in every light that outshines his own, and every wind that blows others good. Humility is better at believing than it is at questioning other men's happiness. I judge, saith an humble soul, it is well with these Christians now, but it will be far better with them hereafter. They are now upon the borders of the New Jerusalem, and it will but as a day before the slide in Jerusalem. An humble soul is more willing to say, Heaven is that man's, than mine; and Christ is that Christian's, than mine; and God is their God in covenant, than mine. Ah! were Christians more humble, there would be less fire and more love among them than now is."
"Humility makes a man peaceable among brethren, fruitful in well-doing, cheerful in suffering, and constant in holy walking (1 Peter 5:5). Humility fits for the highest services we owe to Christ, and yet will not neglect the lowest service to the meanest saint (John 13:5). Humility can feed upon the meanest dish, and yet it is maintained by the choicest delicates, as God, Christ, and glory. Humility will make a man bless him that curses him, and pray for those that persecute him. An humble heart is an habitation for God, a scholar for Christ, a companion of angels, a preserver of grace, and a fitter for glory. Humility is the nurse of our graces, the preserver of our mercies, and the great promoter of holy duties. Humility cannot find three things on this side heaven: it cannot find fullness in the creature, nor sweetness in sin, nor life in an ordinance without Christ. An humble soul always finds three things on this side heaven: the soul to be empty, Christ to be full, and every mercy and duty to be sweet wherein God is enjoyed (Footnote 59: Humility, said Bernard, is that which keeps all graces together). Humility can weep over other men's weaknesses, and joy and rejoice over their graces. Humility will make a man quiet and contented in the meanest condition, and it will preserve a man from envying other men's prosperous condition (1 Thess. 1:2-3). Humility honours those that are strong in grace, and puts two hands under those that are weak in grace (Eph. 3:8). Humility makes a man richer than other men, and it makes a man judge himself the poorest among men. Humility will see much good abroad, when it can see but little at home. Ah, Christian! though faith be the champion of grace, and love the nurse of grace, yet humility is the beautifier of grace; it casts a general glory upon all the graces in the soul. Ah! did Christians more abound in humility, they would be less bitter, froward, and sour, and they would be more gentle, meek, and sweet in their spirits and practices. Humility will make a man have high thoughts of others and low thoughts of a man's self; it will make a man see much glory and excellency in others, and much baseness and sinfulness in a man's self; it will make a man see others rich, and himself poor; others strong, and himself weak; others wise, and himself foolish (Footnote 60: The humble soul is like the violet, which grows low, hangs the head downwards, and hides itself with its own leaves; and were it not that the fragrant smell of his many virtues discovered him to the world, he would choose to live and die in his self-contenting secrecy"). Humility will make a man excellent at covering others' infirmities, and at recording their gracious services, and at delighting in their graces; it makes a man joy in every light that outshines his own, and every wind that blows others good. Humility is better at believing than it is at questioning other men's happiness. I judge, saith an humble soul, it is well with these Christians now, but it will be far better with them hereafter. They are now upon the borders of the New Jerusalem, and it will but as a day before the slide in Jerusalem. An humble soul is more willing to say, Heaven is that man's, than mine; and Christ is that Christian's, than mine; and God is their God in covenant, than mine. Ah! were Christians more humble, there would be less fire and more love among them than now is."
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Off Into Invisible
So much for fantasies
Drowning they seem
We create such treasures
In our thoughts and our dreams
Elaborate landscapes
Impossible dead
They're only delusions
Ideas in our heads
Off into invisible
Like moon and the stars
Dreams fade and falter
Increasingly far
Off into invisible
The sun never lasts
Leave us to our dreams
Please don't let them pass
Drowning they seem
We create such treasures
In our thoughts and our dreams
Elaborate landscapes
Impossible dead
They're only delusions
Ideas in our heads
Off into invisible
Like moon and the stars
Dreams fade and falter
Increasingly far
Off into invisible
The sun never lasts
Leave us to our dreams
Please don't let them pass
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