The Sower

Lord, your words,
Are above all others.
Even above the anointed,
Sisters and Brothers.
Of all the truth,
That I've known.
The truth in you,
Are the seeds you've sown.

On My Way

I know I'm not alone,
But I feel Lonely.
I know I'm not afraid,
But I feel scared.
I know your with Lord,
And I'll soon be there.

My Cross

Please help me carry my cross,
Don't kick me when I'm down.
For even our Lord and Savior,
Three times fell down.
My cross is not as big as his was,
But it's my own true thoughts.
That the battles of my mind,
Some of them I won, and some I lost.
God's door is always open,
He's always there for me.
Like a firm foundation,
A mighty oak tree.
So whenever I see that trouble is near,
I look up to him and cry.
Lord take me out of this trouble I'm in,
And please don't let me die.
For his yoke is easy and burdens are light,
But somehow I fall in,
To the snares of that wicked one-
Who delights in our sin.
But Grace has made me able,
To get back on my feet again,
For when I wrestle with myself,
Each day I begin with fresh Grace again.

Hole In My Heart

I feel better when I'm insane,
Because I don't have to feel the pain.
I'm trying to wipe the memories away,
And running toward that dying day.
Why is it the faster I run,
God above says "I'm not done".
He wants me to face the pain,
And dump this insanity down the drain.
I've always had faith in him,
But struggled to keep the faith within.
I gave up on myself long ago,
Stopped caring about which way to go,
Stopped worrying about losing control,
In the end I'll pay the toll.
To cross that bridge to the other side,
Where I'll lay myself down to die.
But my body will only be asleep,
While everyone I love will stop and weep.
And maybe read my cries for help,
And pray my soul stays out of hell.

My Last Song

If this were my last song,
That ever flowed from my pen.
I want you all to know-
What could have been,
If I could do it all again.
I would have been a better man,
Smarter and wiser than I am,
I would have seen the mistakes,
Before I made them,
And made the choices-
I should have made.
I would have been better to all,
I would have seen it all,
The beauty in everyone,
Instead of all the faults-
Which reflected my own self thoughts.
I wouldn't have drowned myself,
In the river if high times.
I wouldn't have given up,
I wouldn't have to write this song,
Saying that I'm sorry,
For the pain that I have given.
Only crying from my heart,
Wanting only to be forgiven.