When I was young, the smallest trick of light,
Could catch my eye,
Then life
Was new and every new day,
I thought that I could fly.
I believed in what I hoped for,
And I hoped for things unseen,
I had wings and dreams could soar,
I just don’t feel like flying anymore.
When the stars threw down their spears,
Watered heaven with their tears,
Before words were spoken,
Before eternity.

Dear Father, I need you,
Your strength my heart to mend.
I want to fly higher,
Every new day again.

When I was small, the furthest I could reach,
Was not so high,
Then I
Thought the world was so much smaller,
Feeling that I could fly.
Through distant deeps and skies,
Behind infinity,
Below the face of Heaven,
He stoops to create me.

Dear Father, I need you,
Your strength my heart to mend.
I want to fly higher,
Every new day again.

Man versus himself.
Man versus machine.
Man versus the world.
Mankind versus me.
The struggles go on,
The wisdom I lack,
The burdens keep pilling
Up on my back.
So hard to breathe,
To take the next step.
The mountain is high,
I wait in the depths.
Yearning for grace,
And hoping for peace.
Dear God…
Increase.

Healing hands of God have mercy on our unclean souls once again.
Jesus Christ, light of the world burning bright within our hearts forever.
Freedom means love without condition,
Without a beginning or an end.
Here’s my heart, let it be forever Yours,

Only You can make every new day seem so new.

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  1. Anonymous

    One more

    In a field of yellow flowers,
    underneath the sun,
    bluest eyes that spark with lightning,
    boy with shoes undone.
    He is young, so full of hope,
    reveling in tiny dreams,
    filling up, his arms with flowers,
    right for giving any queen.

    Running to her beaming bright,
    while cradling his prize.
    A flickering of yellow light,
    within his mother’s eyes.
    She holds them to her heart,
    keeping them where they’ll be safe,
    clasped within her very marrow,
    dandelions in a vase.

    She sees love, where anyone else would see weeds.
    all hope is found.
    Here is everything he needs.

    Fathomless your endless mercy,
    weight I could not lift.
    Where do I fit in this puzzle,
    what good are these gifts?
    Not a martyr, or a saint,
    scarcely can I struggle through.
    All that I have ever wanted,
    was to give my best to you.

    Lord, search my heart,
    create in me something clean.
    Dandelions
    you see flowers in these weeds.

    Gently lifting hands to heaven,
    softened by the sweetest hush,
    a Father sings over his children,
    loving them so very much.
    More than words could warrant,
    deeper than the darkest blue,
    more than sacrifice could merit,
    Lord, I give my heart to you.

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