Crippled

Just existing
not living at all
trying to feel
but hitting a wall
wanting to be more
regreting my fall
not running
not walking
not moving at all

The Cynic

My first response is the best
for I look for what is good
But when I start to jest
the cynic exits from the wood
He came from a place so dark
and wished all would be the same
Making fun of views from their hearts
to take away his pain
Bring back that thought for good please
throw the cynics wood in the fire
Help him so that he believes
his good is Your desire

Stained

hurting today
even in play
to find a way
to hide my pain

i thought i would
just try be good
if only i could
forget again

this way to live
hard to forgive
something's got to give
under such strain

fighting so hard
without regard
my heart I guard
from love so plain

remove this lie
that wants to deny
that Jesus died
to heal this stain

Empty

Do you know my empty heart, its purpose hard to see
Its emptiness changed by a man, who died upon a tree
This man who lived a perfect life, died because of me
Not just a man, God's Son, my friend, his death has set you free

Free from our faults and sin, which we cannot remove
This Jesus the Lord of all the earth, please let me try and prove
The truth and beauty found in him, will lift you from your gloom
The endless hope of new life found, in an empty tomb

Which Door

Why create me this way my Lord
Lost in sin and indecision
Weak forever; a paper sword
It pushing until I give in

I come to You eternal King
I don't want to be unsure
This question I have you to bring
The ever difficult - which door?

Easy

Stupid decision are my forte
Pain and remorse are my friends
Blaming God is my desire
To justify the sin within

Oh, if it was only easy
To have freedom from myself
To look face to face with God
And not feel guilt so thick

Take time with your choices
Let time pass to see
For life is never easy
But it is yours to live

What I've said

I don't go back where I've been
Or so I've said
To remember the past
What's already been tread
It hurts terribly much
To return again
To a situation in which
You felt such pain

Tight-fisted

How did I get so angry, so bitter, so twisted
Noting transgressions ever ready to be listed
Not ready to give an inch, my way insisted
Rejecting the need of anyone else, tight-fisted

Your self

Listen to me and not someone else
I'm more important, I am your self
Why should I listen to all that you say?
Are you perfect? Who made you that way?

I'm the only you you can be, don't question the truth
I'm the loudest voice in your head, there's no other proof
I don't like your 'truth', your weak description of life
In helping your self, you cause nothing but strife

There is no other way, give in like the rest
Try turn back if you like but my way is the best
Have you seen those who resist? How sick they are?
Those in padded-rooms locked, away from harm?

Your threats are empty, your truth emptier still
You cannot hide from me, your desire to kill
I live apart from you and the death you want for me
The life I choose instead - in only Jesus you can see

Native Love

Born to scorn the native love
Correctly adorned on God above
Yet how forlorn this life can be
Because of this scorn we'll never be free

Chained to a monster we choose to know
We feed our pet and oh does it grow
What was cute small is hideous large
Look see the truth it's not a mirage

Try as you might you can't escape
The monster still chained seals your fate
To get rid of your bonds you must repent
And acknowledge the Son our loving God sent