Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Poetry consumes my life...at times

Have you ever wondered why it has to be this way
Leaves of green turn brown and gold and then the wind blows them away
The rose in bloom covers up the thorns that will cut you open, give you pain
And yet the beauty beckons so you reach and grab it anyway

The water rises all around you closing in on every side
Afraid to swim but yet it's all that you can do to stay alive
Diamonds that aren't there glitter as you start to drown
There's nothing to listen to but yet you know you hear the sound

The volts surge through the veins and all the gems turn into dust
Grab ahold of firmness and stability you must
Fly away while you have the chance, don't even think to stay
For even she, the princess, sometimes needs to run away

If you knew back then what you knew now, would it even make a difference?
Sometimes you need to look into the future and make an inference
With the snow beneath bare feet you wonder where the path does lay
Biting wind blows through your hair as you trudge along anyway

Five minute walk, or twenty miles, or all the ocean away
Sometimes it seems there's nothing that can keep your feelings at bay
Listen, listen, please, there's just way you can understand
But if you really care than reach out far and take my hand

Put your hand upon the water and on the surface feel the tension
Feels as if there is a quiet secret it can't mention
Feel the pressure of desire overwhelm your very core
Drown yourself, you know you just can't stay upon the shore

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

It will never be the same

This is supposed to be a rap...not sure if that's a fail or a win...

Look to the left and to the right, but it will never be the same
The world spins all around you for the glory of His name
You wonder where you're going as it feels like nowhere fast
Digging deep inside you for a feeling that will last

You know He's got a plan but it's just really hard to tell
Sometimes the world has really got you sucked into its spell
God I know I'm ever helpess if I don't cry for your love
I need a little help from the Divinity above

Take my hand and take my heart and take away all that consumes me
Please don't be a deist god and just sit by and let it be
Put me through the fire of hell if it means that I'll come as gold
And I'll live to see the things that You've prepared yet are untold

God I want to know You more and yet this world is all I know
I know You're all that matters yet it's so hard to let it go
Put a fire in my heart that burns so hot I have no choice
But look for the Living Water with all I am and hear His voice

Look to the left and to the right, but it will never be the same
The world spins all around you for the glory of His name
Don't understand why it's so crazy, nothing ever seems to rest
It doesn't fit quite yet but deep inside you know God's plan is best

Sunday, April 26, 2009

??

In case you're wondering, at this point I understand my life probably just as much as you understood that last post.

I can't wait for the day when it all finally makes sense.

Ramblings

You turn around and you realize that it all has you trapped into a little space. Everything that encloses you is something you want. In fact, everything that encloses you is a gift that you are grateful to have. But when each one gets set into place, it creates this wall that you didn't realize was being built. You can't break through-you'll hurt the gifts if you do. And really, you don't want to break though. But what you do want is that feeling of freedom. But that means leaving some things behind. The comfort within these walls and the value of the gifts that make up the walls is enough to keep you feeling comfortable within. And yet, you feel yourself becoming just a little claustrophobic...

What you want is at the bottom of a lake somewhere. No problem when you have an air tank to take you to the bottom so you can retrieve it. But as you swim down, you realize you can no longer see the surface, every direction looks the same, and although you have plenty of air in your tank the feeling of the pressure of the water all around you makes it difficult to breathe. Which direction to go-up to the surface, or down towards the treasure?

You've been blindfolded and been told to walk towards home. You don't know which direction that is, and there are people all around you shouting directions to you. You know there is a single voice you can trust to tell you the truth, but you strain to hear that single voice among the noise...

You're going on a journey. You have no clue where the destination is, all you know is that you trust the one who sent you on the journey to believe him when he says you will not regret taking it. You have the directions in your hand, but although they're written in English it seems they're written in code.

Pressed down on every side, but not crushed...

Vague enough? Yeah, thought so.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Only You

I've been spying out to see if I can find You
I've been adding up to make You come out right
I've been waiting here for You to make an entrance
But it turns out You've been with me all the time

It seems that I've been looking for the wrong things
And getting stuck on what could never be

You don't need another genius or a poet
You don't need another martyr for the truth
You're looking for a heart in step with Your own
And that is something only You can do
Yeah, that is something only You can do

I've been wanting for myself to just stay focused
I've done my best to keep a pure inset
I must have overlooked the rest You promised
I must not have been looking hard enough

We never want the things that come too easy
We cannot trust the freedom found in love

You don't need another genius or a poet
You don't need another martyr for the truth
You're looking for a heart in step with Your own
And that is something only You can do
Yeah, that is something only You can do

Please come and change me
Start rearranging
Until I'm facing
Not myself but You

You don't need another genius or a poet
You don't need another martyr for the truth
You're looking for a heart in step with Your own
And that is something only You can do
Yeah, that is something only You can do

-"Only You", Erin O'Donnell