This is some stuff I wrote over the past year or so.
The American Dream
Climb higher, climb higher, climb ever so higher,
Until you reside at the top of the spire.
Get a wife, kids, house and a dog,
Live away from the city, it's pollution and smog.
Awake you dreamer, arise from your sleep,
The beggars are here at your door to weep.
Money cannot buy what the soul has lost,
Except in America where air has a cost.
Idols are crafted not of silver and gold,
But by the images and ideas that Hollywood's sold.
Wake up America, see what you have become,
A vast land of riches now covered in slums.
You work hard toward your goals but forget what you own,
Your future now lies in a valley of bones.
Animals and trees are more valuable than lives,
While babies are born to girls not wives.
O America, what have you done?
Your children will never see the light of the sun.
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When darkness closes in,
When you feel there is no way out.
When you cannot be from sin.
It is those times when you doubt.
But in those days He will set you free,
Breaking the chains on hand and feet.
Through his death he gained the key,
And through his death he took his seat.
So do not fear, do not despair,
When the world comes crashing down.
For our hopes lies in the heir,
Because he conquered death and received His crown.
Undeserving
How undeserving am I, oh my God?
To have my feet washed by my Savior.
To have my wounds healed by my Maker.
How undeserving am I, oh my Rock?
To be protected from my foes.
To be set aside for my creator.
How undeserving am I, oh my Sustainer?
That my needs are taken care of.
That when my life falls apart, you are there.
How undeserving am I, oh my Redeemer?
That your son should pay the price for my sins.
That my transgressions are washed as white as snow.
Oh my God, how undeserving am I?
To have my feet washed by my Savior.
To have my wounds healed by my Maker.
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Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil because I feel your breath.
Even though I'm lost in the wilderness with nights so cold,
Stories of you will be the only things told.
Stories of your salvation and grace,
Some of old where you showed your face.
But your face shows now, it's painted in the clouds.
It's shown in the storms that thunder so loud.
It's written in the stars, on the darkest night.
Your face is on the sun, which shines so bright.
Your face is on the Lamb, who once was slain.
And in the presence of your face the Lamb shall reign.
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Let the rain keep pouring it's sorrowful beat,
And the thunder roll its antagonizing drone.
So the Son can take His seat,
high upon that beautiful throne.
For the rain will turn the ground to mud.
and the thunder's clap will flee away.
Forgiveness will then be sealed by blood,
and soon will come that glorious day.
As for today when the rain falls in dreadful song,
we await for that day, but oh not for long.
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I wonder if you remember, the days long ago.
When love first whispered like a gentle snow.
I proceeded with caution, for far too long.
By the time I was ready you were far too gone.
I think about it, now and again.
Those memories are still strong from way back then.
I wish there were some way that it would work out.
But everyday I continue to doubt.
I would take you in, with arms open wide.
Your past, your present, your mistakes and pride.
But I'm afraid it will not come to pass,
My hopes turned wishes now shattered like glass.
Will I see you again? Only the Lord knows.
But I will wait here still, waiting again for that snow.
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Living in a world not my home,
Forever standing in a crowd but feeling alone.
They will tell you to follow those in front,
But were it not them that set the trend?
The world, oh how full of hypocrites, tells you what you want.
They tell you who to be or you won't be loved.
The world will say they're right, without giving ear to the other side.
And they will not let you fit in, no matter how hard you try.
They made you believe them, but oh what a lie.
They led you into a trap, and now, now you're left to die.
