Bend oh mountains for the top seems too hard to reach.
Stretch your hands out that I may know strength in your climb.
Allow me to use your knees to speed up this journey.
Let me see that destiny is closer than I know it to be.
Control your bouldering tears that tend to push me back.
Gather your covers to be the shade from the heat
I must make it to the top. Please let me use your shoulders.
The night doesn’t sleep for its looks for the lonely soul.
The restless eyes and heart it is to behold.
To toss like a boat on the waves of a tempest
The night calls out to its friend folly,
let’s see mischief and boredom at work,
triggering youth and steering them into the mess
to have missed the mark for this world.
It thinks its never going to end,
until it meets dawn and daybreak and their father sun
to ease the terror of past sins won.
An essence that takes me through time, where I am staring at your feet
Where my eyes begin to carve out your frame.
The sun rays and your voice are home to me.
Wow! So much from a scent
Just one more whiff and the sound of laughter fills the air as daytime soaps and silly jokes bring us close.
Puff puff, you’re going again,
A reminder that you’re leaving.
Take me with you I’d hope, but I would seldomly get my way.
I pride myself on being independent but never am I too proud when I think of how much I need you.
When you see me by myself know that I’m not alone.
I’ve chosen to be called a child of God and so with every step I take even in the trials I know to whom I belong.
You may think my world is falling apart and even laugh and gossip but you are not my enemy and we are not at war.
I am merely that tree dancing in the storm directed by His divine grace as to how to bend when the winds come.
Though I may get wet the umbrella of my foundation in Jesus keeps me from the loose objects floating around.
Yes! keeps me from being broken by your tongue.
He is for me and even when others are not,
I ask myself who’s more powerful; infinite God or man who only knows to rot.
Withdrawn to a place I didn’t know existed in myself.
When will it end?
I’m waiting for,
or should I say I’m trying to be patient.
Oh how I want this long day to end.
I’m taking it one day at a time,
but I’m afraid to say to anyone,
how terrified I am,
that the long day will end and I’ll be stuck in routine,
still trying to please everyone,
and forget that I’m to live for God
and worry about me too.
I hope when the long day ends I wont forget myself..