All I Need

Crazy, but I believe this time, begging for sweet relief, a blessing in disguise.

Repeatedly, we ask God what we're supposed to do when we're faced with a dilemma. Patiently, God answers our several cries.

I'm dying behind these tired eyes--I've been losing sleep, please come to me tonight.

Repeatedly, we ignore His response, perhaps because it's not what we want to hear. Patiently, God awaits our readiness.

Hands on a miracle, I got my hands on a miracle.

Repeatedly, we question. Repeatedly we doubt. Repeatedly, we ask. Patiently, God answers time and time again.

Believe it or not--hands on a miracle.

Repeatedly, we cry deaf and wonder why we don't hear from Him. Patiently, God speaks to our burdened hearts.

And there ain't no way I'll let you take it away.

One day, when persistance meets patience, we'll find His guidance, awaiting our weary souls.

Slow Motion

You know my inner most being, oh, even better than I know, than I know myself...

It is when I realize that only twenty days remain that I begin to think, twenty is far too small of a number.

As I look off into the distance--watching the sun roll on by, beautiful colors all around me, oh painted all over the sky.

If I could stop time in one moment, it would be with you by my side so that I may never feel what it feels when we have to say goodbye again.

And what am I, that I might be called Your child? What am I, what am I that you might know me, my King.

I sit here, and as I reflect, I begin to pray. With prayer comes comfort and although I may dread the twentieth day, I can forever with anticipation await the one-hundredth and fourty second day where all counting will end.

I'm going to miss this place.