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Night has past, darkness gone
Slumber is a time of searching and infinity
I wake up amongst legions but yet alone
Alone because I chose to be
For feet soiled cannot enter Thy house
Yet Thy shores yearns for a son
Endless sunsets and vast horizons calling
Come home

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A retreat to the calm
I pour my soul from within me
Bathe in the stream of light
of His perfect and soothing presence
'Til it leaves me refreshed
Still wanting more and still more
May it be my dying day
Be same as what it is today
When You made known Yourself
As I retreat to the calm

Discontent

I don't want to be a person who just happened to be an avid fan of Christian songs
I don't want to be a person who just happened to be a jack of all trades
I don't want to be a person who just happened to be raised on empty religiosity
I don't want to be a person who just happened to be cowardly peaceful toward others

I don't want to be a person who just happened .
I have a calculated purpose, divine at that.

I want to be someone beyond the perceived norm
I want to be a genuinely real, upright and blameless
before Him and Him alone
So I prostrate in humble gratitude, grateful humility

To make a difference just as He made a difference
No matter how small, as long as it matters to Him
Lord, that's what I want to be
From glory to glory change me that I may share Your suffering and glory

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I am delusional
Boxed in a room of dysfunction
It's a man for himself
A conspiracy to survival

Looking out the window, hoping
Towards bright horizon
May You come so quickly
And sweep us away

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In the man lives the heart
The wellspring of the thoughts of the heart
I wouldn't know how else to call it
Feelings but in a valid sense
for feelings are devious things
Concepts that blur the mind

I am baffled by its schemes
For it pounces at a time unfortune
On a time of false certainty it makes its kill
As past once thought dead rises from the grave
Now alive and burning
as tempered as a bull raging wild

A pinch of confusion sent to taunt the mind of the man
He asks "What is this?"
A desire to take what is taken from him
Perhaps the veil that once blinded his eyes
has been removed to see what I did not see before
All it took was another heart to whisper subtly