Lonely Road

Tis dark and lonely,
Walking here alone.
This cold stony road
I have made my own.

Tis where the brave few
Dare to venture thru.
They walk here in search-
Search of life anew.

The coldness chills inside;
I grit my teeth and hold on.
Though sad and long, I make this road my own

Tis lonely out here,
To lean on, there's far and few.
So many times, i cry,
Screaming, 'Where are you? '

I want to turn around,

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Impossible

A list of impossibilities:

Apparently, we'll never, no matter the science get to the moon,

Yeah, and get this, that nuke ain't ever gonna go boom.

I've got a Nobel Prize, and we'll never use atoms in any wise,

You'll never set eyes on more than five computers at any time.

Hey man, you hear the telephone is a fad, so useless,

And mobile phones? What the heck? You're sure you're right miss?

That piece of junk you got in your yard will never fly,

Ain't never gonna see a man gliding through the sky!

Now why would you want a computer, that's just lunacy,

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Open Your Heart

Tis' one life you have,
Open your heart to love.
Love your wife, your son,
Daughter, husband, or special one.
Friends never turn away-
Open your heart to love every day.
Your scars will be many;
Much pain there will be.
Knives will cut deep;
Your eyes will for years weep.
At times you will wonder,
Is it really worth it all?
To love, feel, and cry,
Or to raise walls and inside die?
The latter seems the safer,
But behind walls doth one falter.
For we were made to live,
To love, breathe, and give.
To hide behind the walls,
Slowly one falls.

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Catching Fire

Glowing embers, remnants of a world past.
Life is dying, its energy expiring fast.
The last hope for life to survive is fading out and we're stuck drowning in a sea of doubt!
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Burnt out timber, shadows of what use to be.
Lord God! Start a fire inside me!
So many are burnout, no fire left, to our flaking ashes we cleft.
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Someone needs to ignite the fire, bring us back to life!
Keep us alive, don't let the darkness suffocate the light:
So many of us, burnt-out, dead, and alone, We need fire in the bones!
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We're sitting here, waiting for someone to catch fire-dying-
Sitting here warming benches, not even trying.
By our lack of faith, we condemn ourselves to die!
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Waiting for God to move, but God has already done so.
While we're stalling, he's calling us to go!
But we're waiting for fire, that's already here, but we won't commit because of our fear.
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Matchstick

Billowing black smoke, tinged with yellow.
Fiery crimson on a skeleton ridge set aglow.
Showers of flames explode, as the eucalypti fuel
This raging infernio - this catalyst that changes its world.
It removes the old, and replaces it with new.
A new world where things grow anew.
It removes the past's misfortunes and errors
Gives a new tomorrow, a chance for a new millennia.
So big, so vast. Those who would put it out, can't come near
For nothing is quite as dangerous as fear.
Even if they do, it would take an ocean, to quell this beast.
To extinguish such a fire manually, tis an impossible feat.
So powerful, so invincible, yet from small doth this thing grow.
It all starts with just a little match, yet behold.
Finite and weak. So underestimated and ignored.
A matchstick. We don't even think about it, it's so small,
Yet it possesses the power to change things like never before.
It can change the world to something we never saw.
True, many matches burn out. Some never even catch fire.
But ever so often, just now and then. Every once in a while:

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Big Daddy

Before the storms hit, before the doubts assail;
A tiny boy in the world who on his own will fail.
Unaware of what will come and has been,
Reaching up to hold on Daddy's big hand.
Childhood trust, before one becomes a man,
And finds things aren't always what they seem.

All alone, a frightened little guy,
Wanting someone safe, he now begins to cry.
Till he hears, 'It's alright. Daddy's here.'
Now no more does he fear monsters in the hall,
Or under the bed, cause his Daddy's biggest of all.
When Daddy's here, nothing's left to fear.

The world may be cold and dark,
And monsters in the shadows lurk.
But having big Daddy nearby,
Makes him bold enough to step outside.
Cause someone bigger's at his side.
Now there's somewhere safe that he can hide.

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Mirror On The Wall

Mirror on the wall,
Mirror on the wall,
Who's the baddest of them all?

Crook, thief, robber,
Hypocrite, liar, mugger,
Adulterer and traitor;

The good and the bad,
Happy and sad,
Guru and lad.

All be the same,
All be damned,
Once dead all be same.

Woe upon all men!
For we all bent:
Both sinner and saint.

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Breathe

I know it was so long a time ago,
I saw your eyes and I thought whoah!
This is too good to be true.

But here I am so far away,
And I can't get you out my head today
I just want to give you a call and say:

You take my breath away,
You take my breath away,
And there's nothing more I can say-
Please stay.

I'm trying so hard to keep you out,
But my mind just won't let your image out
And now I feel like I'm falling down.

Daydreaming in a meadow under a sky so blue,
Wondering how it could be true,
That you take my breath away, yeah you-

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I'm Coming Down

From his throne up in Heaven, God looked down on the lost souls of man.
Thousands of men, lost forever, wandering a cursed forsaken land.
Their dried-up souls searching for his presence:
But they were wretched abominations, separated from his holiness.
A select few suceeded in touching his hem, but most were hoplessly lost.
So God, set out through the ages, arrows that pointed to a cross.
As man floundered and fell, he was ever there, preparing his master plan.
A rescue mission for the souls of man.
Then finally the day came when all was set-as men were weeping: no hope to be found:
Said the Almighty, 'Hold on, I'm coming down! '

I don't believe in sone distant deity sending one of three to die for me:
I believe in an eternal spirit paying a ransom for me for free.
My God didn't send someone else to the rescue: He didn't send someone else!
In a fusion of humanity and deity, the God of eternity came himself.
This was his grand master plan, the ultimate sacrifice:
Coming to earth to be denied, mocked, tortured, and killed, all to save a wretched life.
Some people, they want to confuse his miraclulous rescue.
But we preach Christ crucified, bleeding and dying- just for you.
If you're feeling lost, forsaken, rejected. Jesus is still there waiting: ever since he died on a cross two thousand years ago:

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Me

There once was a question: a question which was to us posed:
Who shall separate us from the love of God? Whom do you suppose?
Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?
As it is written, For thy sake we are killed all the day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.
For neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come,
Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature that ever lived in this universe under the sun.
Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us.
The King of kings, the Lord of lords, omnipotent, omnipresent, omniscient - the Lord Jesus.
Raise your hands, shout in triumph. For the love of Jesus reaches farther than we could ever grasp.
It has a power like no other. It has a enormity that we can only try to clasp.
Hear the shout of the martyrs, crying out as their blood spilled on the sand.
Because no matter what they faced, nothing could separate God's love from man.
But note that Romans states ‘other', because there is one who is responsible when all's said and done.
Who shall separate us from the love of God? The rarely thought about answer is only one.
To our greatest sorrow, someone who can separate us from Jesus' fathomless love truly can be.
I looked in the mirror, and it was me.

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