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Me, Me, Me

Who says that I have to be a certain way?
Who says I have to walk, talk, act, look, like a certain thing?
Oh, that's right, you did.
In your wordly ways, with your worldly thoughts and actions.
But why?  Why must we all be like you?
Why is it, that if we don't follow your ways, we're not "cool".
Well I'll tell you what, I'd much rather be considered a loser than lose what matters 
to me; my personality and purity.
Living in the innocence of this godly youth is the way we're supposed to be.
I'm sorry that you're too blinded by your sinful life to see,
this thing, it's not about "me, me, me".

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This Midnight Sun

Chains, how I hate their sound.
Day in and day out, they clink,
they keep me bound.
Lies, that's what put me here.
They said it was better in this place, 
to be my own person,
'Who needs grace?'
Darkness, the absence of light.
Who knows how long I've been here?
It's always night...
What is that?
That sound... A song in this black.
It's beauty is indescribable,
nothing does it lack.
My eyes! I'm blind,
the brightness envelops me.
It's been so long,
how can I remember the last time I could see?
He speaks like thunder,
this Midnight Sun.
'Get up, child' He says,
'Your battle's already been won.'

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Not Just Sundays

Maker of joy, Giver of life.
How could anyone who believes in You be sad and think of themselves?
God, how could I, knowing Your happiness and majesty, be down?
How could I let myself get like this, thinking only of me?
There's the answer, I.
I have tried unsuccesfully in my own strength to fill the void 
with things other than You.
Even while I try to serve You.
Maybe it's because I'm trying to help You along,
maybe it's because I don't trust You like I say that I do.
God, please help me to walk my faith everyday of the week;
not just Sundays.

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Dead Man

He is dead; without life, breath or soul.
He doesn't know anything is wrong, going about his routine all day long.
Barely a whisper of a man is he.
Standing there being seen, but not for his invisibility.
How can a being be so alive while in death?
How can one who anticipates good things be so full of dread?
Giving into the one the you thought you needed in your head.
You prove once again: "The body without the Spirit is dead".

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The Will of God

The will of God, it hurts sometimes. 
Like the prick of a needle, like the 
stabbing of a knife. 
But it's a bearable pain... For my 
growing they say. 
God, please, take this pain away.
Be the salve that my weary heart 
needs to heal, make my brokenness 
complete and new. 
 I don't know the future... Maybe 
he's the one. 
Just make me the person you want 
me to become.

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Precious Jesus

Oh Jesus, sweet and loving Jesus.
Savior of the world, light into my dark.
Precious, precious Jesus.
Who can compare with what You've done?
Who can truthfully say that You're not the One?
Oh Lord, my wonderful Lord.
Strength to the weak, rest for the weary.
Awesome, Awesome Lord.
Who can deny Your supernatural ways?
Who can turn down Your outstanding grace?
I love Your name, it's like no other.
I love the way You call us Your sisters and brothers.
Precious, precious Jesus.

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A Rambling

Reflections, connections, lost and empty space.
Desperate feelings, a change of pace.
Who knows how we got here?
Who knows where we'll go...
They say we can't find our way,
but what does anyone know?
Confusion, you are not my friend.
It's only now, I can see clearly again.
The way it feels - a jump and a skip away.
This isn't just a trial, or even child's play.
I feel the truth now, more than ever before.
Would it still have come, if I'd chosen to ignore?
They say that love is patient, kind, and endures all.
Just one taste of it, and I feel rather small.
In this sea of the status quo my island stays afloat
with thoughts of you.
Thoughts of what can be, what is, and all I have to do.
No time to sit aimlessly, this is life... Not some fantasy.
Love! Such a wonderful thing, to make a life worth living.
I have my fill, but am still craving more.
You know me, you see me, you know what I feel.
A thing that we share, a thing to adore.
Can you feel it? My heart beats out of sync...
For the one that I love, the one that I need.
The longing, it's not to be ignored.
I close my eyes, so my heart can soar.

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Time and Such

The future, it's coming on so fast.
Don't blink, you'll miss it; then it becomes the past.
Nothing can be done, nothing to stop or slow it down.
I'm getting so behind in life, sometimes I fear I might drown.
They say I have plenty of time, still others say that I don't.
Do you know how it feels to have nothing at all?
It is a deep sense of want.
In want of companionship, friendship, some bit of loyalty.
There's none of that here, but I guess it would have spoiled me.
Maybe there's no gain, nothing at all to be won.
Oops! I blinked!
Now it's all done.

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My Love

Who was I, dumb and blind, to think I never loved you.
I took myself apart to find my heart was stolen.
You took my heart, I thought I knew better.
I thought that I knew what I was doing when I tried
to take myself away and say I didn't... It wasn't true.
It only takes a minute to see just what you mean to me,
to know how I've missed you, to know how I feel about you.
Yes, I let myself fall for you - harder than a sunset is beautiful.
I can't say whether I will ever get over you, or if I even want to.
I feel it, the sensation, it's a physical pain.
To love one such that your heart could break.
No matter how I deny it, or whatever I do,
one thing will always remain in my heart...
My love for you.