It’ll Hurt

when you get
what you want
it will hurt
don’t forget
when you’ve got
what you want
it will hurt
and the end
of the day
will depend
on the way
you behave
don’t pretend
to be brave
either way
it will hurt
you will say
o my God
it will hurt

a bad man can’t rest – sick with the selfishness
a good woman won’t sleep – too many prayers to keep
so many lost sheep
with what you ought to do – she will catch up with you
with what you know you need – she’s gonna intercede

you can cauterize your heart
or come clean and convert
you can get set apart
or completely subvert
either way
someone will love
someone will hurt


Outdoors

i was raised outdoors
on fallen timbers for floorboards
were you raised outdoors
or did you catch your death by walking past
the draft between your mansions double doors

do you know my Lord
He’s fallen timbers for my fire several thousand cord
do you know my Lord
is He standing by your bedside
while you’re waiting for your strength to be restored

i have come undone
always straining to see clear
before the beauty brings me tears to blur my vision

have you come undone
only holding in a curse
unbuttoning doctor’s leather purse
to find a poison

mercy for me
mercy for you
mercies for me
mercy’s for me
mercies for you


It’s Good to be Grounded


i was drifting away, and You knew it
no easy way to undo it
i was hoping You’d stay, but i blew it
softly sinking my teeth in the bullet
well, it’s harder to win when i’m weightless
Your image of me now is faceless
i may be floating free
but i’m graceless

under the strain, find the strength to confess,
“without You i am worthless”

under the strain
find the strength to confess that,
it’s good to be grounded
it’s best to be broken
it helps to be helpless
leaving is lonely
and pride is a postcard
and freedom is restlessness


Comforter

too late to bed, i feel undead
my eyes begin to blur
to sleep, instead of bleeding red
my heart will start to stir
just one more hour before i cower
beneath a sheet with her
we need You more – as ever before
i need to know for sure

i want to see the shadow of Your feet behind the door
my Comforter, You need to come and comfort her

You always said, You had a place where we can hide
if i go to bed, i need to know You will provide

i want to see the shadow of Your feet behind the door
my Comforter, You need to come and comfort her


Fresh and New

this is a fresh and new suffering for you
hard and telling
overwhelming
both hands broken
from folding over
knee caps crack
it’s over due

you will want to know why I am not around
you will wonder, wonder what I’m after
who’s to say if I am angry
who’s to hear the holy laughter
who’s to bring My kingdom down
it’s Me in you

some will try to lie and deny that I am in love with you
while you suffer fresh and new, let My love come cover

both hands broken
from folding over
I’ve been folded over you
knee caps crack
to bring you back
I’ve been broken over you

some will try to lie and deny that I am in love with you
while you suffer fresh and new, let My love come cover


To Be Restored

every gift i’ve ever gotten was completely undeserved
and never meant a lot to me
my intention was to tell You i am grateful beyond words
but i forgot to be
now the years have added up into a trial of tragedy
and if i could, i’d pack them up, and give You back
the gifts You gave to me

if i turn it all back over, will You come comfort me, please
Yahweh, You know i am broken – doubled over on my knees

i always believed i have an awful enemy
someone giving gifts with strings to me
and it was true, but i found out it wasn’t You
i took so long, that now i am worthless and empty

was i born to be a victim
do i live on charity
if i turn it all back over
will You come and comfort me

now the coward knows he’s costly
now the mercy means i’m guilty
i return to You, albeit incomplete
ruined gifts
and i lay them at Your feet

to be restored
to You, Lord


Great Joy

thicken up the patience
pray for everyone who knows your name
time is overwhelming
don’t pretend to know how many links make up the chain
just pour some more Blood over blame
enough, be sure, to leave a stain
and never mind the arguments against the gift of pain
just tell your body, pleasure is the same

great joy
in awful situation
great joy
a well of desperation
great joy
a journey just begun
inevitable might as well be fun