April 28-More than a Conqueror
Are you pulling my heartstrings? Am I imagining things? Is that my name on the breeze? God, it's times like these When I don't know for sure If there is a cure For such a one as I, But please, don't pass me by.
Are you pulling my heartstrings? Am I imagining things? Is that my name on the breeze? God, it's times like these When I don't know for sure If there is a cure For such a one as I, But please, don't pass me by.
I'll allow no fear in this place. All I need is to see your face. Smiling at me o'er the computer screen To know exactly what you mean. This life-- these pressures, all are gone, Yet our homework's all undone, For silliness and happy
I'm more than fine-- You're here with me And the day gets better Progressively. I am an idiot, All aware That I am nothing When you're there. No stars, no breeze, No rolling stones Beat the silence Of us, alone, Facing thresholds, Facing years,
I sit awhile, forget my age, On the front porch, turn the page, Eating ice cream here with you And wondering who I should turn to. Let it be that I am lost And focus be turned to the cross. Let me fade as sunset starts, And be forgotten by
If I am to be broken here tonight-- If 'tis thy purpose, why you draw me here, I surrender to you without fear, And turn my face into your lovely light. Be then my portion; I will seek your name, Empty and yet full, I am your child; My