how really good we can be

i will make a stand
and rise above the ban
i will not give in
to what is popular again

we want everyone to know
and we want to show
how really good we can be
how kind and loving are we

but its more of the same
its really only a game
we still think we are slick
when we repackage an old trick

of my worth as a man

"what would an angel say?
the devil wants to know..."

-Fionna Apple


oh my lady fair
please have a care
to turn me not away
on this ending day

oh sweet gentle providence
you i do try to convince
of my worth as a man
to come take my hand

and in a private place
let us null the space
that keeps us asunder
so we may craft wonder

only the sweat and blood

for three long years
i cried many tears
lost and lost again
beaten down for my sin

nothing to offer
empty was my coffer
only the sweat and blood
of my body was worth good

and bit by bit
i have learned to commit
to a path few would choose
a way out of these blues

this was his simple lesson

"Joy to the World /
the Lord has come!"

-Joy to the World

this is the day
when sin passed away
for among us was born
the one to save us from scorn

be as good to a stranger
as you would to the one born in the manger
this was his simple lesson
given to all of us as a blessing

so remember that this morn
the one who was born
the lowest among us
and in who we give all trust

feelings pass

"just because it burns doesn't mean you're gonna die /
all you have to do is Try"

-P!nk

far wanderings
simple musings
a brief moment of singing
seasons too quick in turning

love comes
then love goes
feelings pass
emotions do not last

promises were made
vows were laid
lies were spoken
hearts were broken

the hate and the woe

"it's been a long time coming but i finally broke
like an act of God i ain't no joke..."

-Kid Rock

gently now sweet sister
dont let the blister
of a harsh hand
raised in reprimand

be your only guide to life
there is more than the strife
the hate and the woe
so much more i will show

there is beauty and wonder
songs free of blunder
come out from that dark place
and let shine your beautiful face

seasoned with asperity

when death finally finds me
i hope to be
a very tasty treat
a truly delicious sweet

a soul so finely flavoured
to be among deaths favoured
seasoned with asperity
and sweeted by charity

not a bland nor boring taste
but a soul with adventure for baste
to seek, to learn, to go, to try
and thus, in the end, to die

it is by the one aboves grace

we have so much
is it such
a burden to let go
and give to those who are low?

a hand clenched tight
is a fist made to fight
it is by the one aboves grace
that we even exist is this time and place

so share with your neighbor
all you have to savor
be as kind to that stranger
as you would to your own savior

but hope ne'er does fail

can you see me?
do you dare to be
everything you can dream?
all is not that it does seem

we do bow our head
and cower before dread
but hope ne'er does fail
always it will prevail

worry not you must try
for by order divine
all is well in hand
all thoughout the land

sometimes a slow sad cadence

time marches on
we all have our song
sing it we must
in divine grace we trust

we dance along the way
through each and every day
sometimes a slow sad cadence
sometimes a flow of radiance

and at the very end
i hope i have been
a useful servant
and lived to glorify the new covenant

i came grieving

it was all a horrible lie
and i did cry and cry
simply medieval
is the depth of her evil

blinded by her beauty
and the promise of purity
i came grieving
into her trap so willing

put my bruised heart to the fire
and cackled at my ire
but it was all a lie
her evil i can not deny

so it has been written

do not relent
give 100 percent
give it all you got
throw in your whole lot

thus is the greater glory
at the end of the story
so it has been written
no real safety beneath heaven

what road will you take
that does not end at your wake?
what riches will you hold
for death to find you too bold?

but tonight i am burning

sometimes the rage is bad
and i am so mad
that i could burn to the ground
every church to be found

i know these feelings wont last
and the hardships become past
but tonight i am burning
my soul is twisting and turning

its hurting its hurting
there is no comforting
there is no release
there is no cure to this disease

of fates bitter tonic

its burning inside
is it my pride?
and how to i hide
the rage that has me fried?

all the promises torn
drives ever deeper the thorn
of fates bitter tonic
turning my thoughts demonic

rise above is the command
and offer a helping hand
to those who sought my decline
turning the other cheek is divine

to thee above i trust

where do i stand?
somewhere in this great land
i must meet my destiny
my touch of divinity

i take it slow
and try to not be low
to thee above i trust
my life i must

i seek a grace that chooses
to love me despite my bruises
and is not tied
by blood on my side

closer to each of us

you want to live
only to never give
love freely to another
only that will ease your hunger

its a simple thing
to give what we would bring
closer to each of us
a concept called 'trust'

love like it will not be broken
love like you are no mere token
love like it will be the last chance
love like it will be the last dance

absolutely beautiful

of fear we find defeat

yes & yes again
when joy lifts the pen
the turning of the season
has brought a new reason

to make the heart light
and banish the cold night
of fear we find defeat
and love we do meet

with each and every step
the promise is kept
that life does go on
eternal is the song

faith is redeemed

am i doing enough?
have i been tough?
have i been strong?
am i so wrong?

such a splendid life is this
to live with such bliss
faith is redeemed
in a heart that beats clean

can i be enough?
can i be tough?
can i be strong
to set to right what is wrong?

it's a game in our head

in comes panic
threatening to sink hope like the titanic
and worry settles in
with doubt sporting a grin

but what is fear
but shadows that are near?
it's a game in our head
this unfounded dread

so laugh at fate we must
for there is one we can trust
in heavens hands we dwell
and never our soul will they sell