If we’re thinking logically, we could say that when we create something, we do it with purpose. We don’t create a book without having a message to deliver. We don’t create a vacuum with no intent for it to suction. We don’t create music without the intent for it to be heard. I could go
I’ve been spending a lot of time trying to figure life out. Ever since I can remember, I’ve had some weird addiction to self-help books and articles. There’s been something in me that strives to figure out the “right” way to live. I’ve spent a lot of time and energy trying to make sense of
I don’t mean to be ungratefulThough I know in my soul it’s not the right fitYou’re nothing, but faithfulBut I’m so tired of the shit I’m tired of grinding away In something that doesn’t make my heart singFeeling it’s wrong to stayBut afraid to forsake the gifts you bring Wanting to take a leap into the unknownNot
I close my eyesPut my hands to the skyLike a young child, to daddy I cryFor the first time in my lifePick me up! Carry me please!My soul has become muddled with strife Sorry that I didn’t come soon enoughI’ve been making a messTrying to drive my own shipIn these stormy seasI’m filled with distressPlease fill
Delighting in loveDelighting in trust Am I just crazyLiving in wanderlust Flirting w/ doingWhat some would call carelessNever thinking “what if”Giving worry a rest Is it nieve to believe in an idealThat somehow my fantasy lifeCould become real What have we createdThis world seems so jadedThe memory of who we areHas so faded We wouldn’t call
Can you imagine a world where dreams come true A place with no fear where you could delight in you Where you could be free to step outside of your comfort zone Jump out into the unknown without feeling alone An experience where everything always works out Never having to worry or drowning in doubt
Feeling like I’m falling short When I’m trying to stand tallThe higher I reach, the smaller I seemNot significant at all Chasing impossible standardsAlways not enough, not enough, not enoughLooking to you to raise me up Calling on the most highSeeking the light insideWaiting, praying, waiting Putting the time aside Expecting some big voiceTo thunder down
Read an article today that made me disgracedTo be a part of this thing called the human raceThe headline… in bold… it brazenly read“I went to a sex party and it was not what I expected”It had a picture of a girl who looked quite youngAnd into my head, sadness quickly sprungGrowing up in the current
That my heart takes another beatThat I am able to walk on these two feetThat the sun comes out to shineThat I am yours and you are mineThat I can rise up from defeatThat when I open my fridge there’s food to eat That I have life while someone diesThat I can see with these
Being a parent is wonderful, but we can’t deny the fact that it also comes with it’s not so glamorous challenges. Children have a way of knowing exactly what button to push on any given day to insight a reaction from us. It’s as though they come with their very own instructional manual that tells
Living in this society of drones8 hours and I get to return homeWho made this s*** up anywayWhy is everything about the payBarely hanging on to my sanityWishing God would reach down and rescue meFrom the drudgery that is my everyday job…The thief in the night who comes to robMy joy, my happiness, my peace
There’s a reason why things don’t work outYou’ve lost sight of yourself, caught up in the doubt You’re chasing something that isn’t for youYou’re busying yourself with the wrong thingsJust looking for something to do Instead of searching for meaning in lifeYou’re working so hard for a checkAnd it’s just bringing you strife Chasing the
Don’t wait for somedayDon’t just sit there and prayDon’t dwell on “why not”And let time slip away Don’t think you aren’t smartJust move with your heart Take a small task Then simply start Follow that small voiceMake the choiceTo do something greatAnd the world may rejoice Don’t wait for tomorrowIt may be too lateImperfect people actYou’ll have
What is it you want?Where is it you lead?Please please please Just give me what I need Show me the futureShow me your handI don’t want to waitI’m an impatient man I have places to goI have things to doI have people to meetI can’t take a seat Give me your blessingsI won’t give you my
Keeping my eye on the clock1 more hour, 30 more minutesHow much longer do I have to be in this How much more of my life will I wasteDoing something that doesn’tShow my true face Realizing I’ve been selling my soulExisting not living is taking it’s tollAll for the money, but not satisfactionIt’s finally time
Drowning in self doubt, anxiety, weakness, high expectationUntil I began looking within and had a revelationIf God is all-knowing, perfect, and does not make mistakesWhy would I think that I was made any other way?Suddenly, I’m able to appreciate my raw humanity In all of the struggles, there are lessons to readMolding me, shaping me, raising
If I told you there were more to you and more to me than what the eye can see.More than the words we speak, the form we’re in, a world hidden underneathA beautiful presence within and without that is hiding beyond fear and doubt.Like a best friend waiting anxiously to be invited inClear the way,