Drifting slowly across a bed of thorns,
Waiting always for the breaking storm.
Here it is coming up with speed,
The wind is growing, its movement a need.
And I am in awe.
The rain it dribbles, bouncing in rivulets,
The coolness of the droplets soaking in no diluent.
Dropping harder now brick-like in weight,
The drops change to daggers nothing to sate.
And I am in pain.
Bringing black clouds bounding in layers,
The storm drives right through forcing out prayers.
Un-heeding of target it crashes around,
The wind, the rain one blasting of sound.
And I am in fear.
Without a farewell, a goodbye or adieu,
The rain dissipates leaving the world anew.
Shift in the clouds and above a fresh sign,
The delicious radiation of sweet sunshine.
And I am in bliss.
This is the kind of song I just love to hear as I drive my little one to school in the mornings. Even more uplifting is listening to my toddlers sing along. What joy! Thanks Third Day for your passion!
Although you may not know it, you live deep inside my heart.
That bleakest smallest crevice, is where we will never part.
I’ve pushed you deeper and deeper, hoping you will go away.
But all the baggage I’ve piled on, has guaranteed you’ll stay.
The time we spent so connected, I cannot just erase.
Those moments leading up to, when you said you need your space.
I gave you all that you wanted, no questions asked no waiting.
Now its been years and its crystal clear, that your memory is not fading.
The night comes on and here I am drawing on the past.
Holding near the things I find so dear, most of which would never last.
Don’t take from this that I am pining, for you I do not want.
Just a fond reminder that my heart still holds a small deep-seeded thought.