1: Before
providing glancing simplicity
in stealing simple glances
you won't know life any better than today
or tomorrow or yesterday
so don't miss it
forget your troubled past
but love it all the same
love to forget it
love to let it go
love to be redeemed and received and restored
i've escaped reality
into the hands of a loving Creator
He has magnified me and yet--i am but a fire ant
we are a colony of of similar beings here
share this with me
i've been wearing my own coat for a time now
it is threadbare and wanting to be seen
my hands are cold and ready
for tomorrow and the next and the next and...
2: During
in the autumn of our lives
the nonchalant and obtuse blanket of a sky
becomes incongruent with the chaos of the cement
--the cement and the lights of this time
of this season
you must breathe in the air now
you must see the beauty here
everywhere
if i knew what it meant to hold familiarity in my pocket
i wouldn't be who i am now
but i long for it
these golden trees
these red leaves
it's history in the making of my life
because i never noticed before
this beauty has given me a glimpse
--a glimpse into where i will one day stand
in the palm of my Creator's hand
and yet it's a hand i long for
a hand to hold; a hand that's home
someone to know
exploring the endlessness of a valley
playing out scenes in my mind:
mt. view motel
the shenandoah
redgreenyelloworange
an arboretum of inexperience
a glimpse, i say, a glimpse
i am yet to be known by another
3: After
what's in a stature?
mine is small and often weak
the body aches of ailments
and still my soul is bursting with frames
--frames that give life
break these bones
hands of a delicate nature
built as a temple--
or a house, if you will
you must open the broken door
discover life from the inside out
the stomach curdles and turns
but the mind is a thing to relinquish
there is constantly new life--
new life in old bodies
tired eyes and hungry stomachs
aching necks and sore feet
throbbing heads and shaky hands
but it is my heart; it is my mind
--these i want you to know
providing glancing simplicity
in stealing simple glances
you won't know life any better than today
or tomorrow or yesterday
so don't miss it
forget your troubled past
but love it all the same
love to forget it
love to let it go
love to be redeemed and received and restored
i've escaped reality
into the hands of a loving Creator
He has magnified me and yet--i am but a fire ant
we are a colony of of similar beings here
share this with me
i've been wearing my own coat for a time now
it is threadbare and wanting to be seen
my hands are cold and ready
for tomorrow and the next and the next and...
2: During
in the autumn of our lives
the nonchalant and obtuse blanket of a sky
becomes incongruent with the chaos of the cement
--the cement and the lights of this time
of this season
you must breathe in the air now
you must see the beauty here
everywhere
if i knew what it meant to hold familiarity in my pocket
i wouldn't be who i am now
but i long for it
these golden trees
these red leaves
it's history in the making of my life
because i never noticed before
this beauty has given me a glimpse
--a glimpse into where i will one day stand
in the palm of my Creator's hand
and yet it's a hand i long for
a hand to hold; a hand that's home
someone to know
exploring the endlessness of a valley
playing out scenes in my mind:
mt. view motel
the shenandoah
redgreenyelloworange
an arboretum of inexperience
a glimpse, i say, a glimpse
i am yet to be known by another
3: After
what's in a stature?
mine is small and often weak
the body aches of ailments
and still my soul is bursting with frames
--frames that give life
break these bones
hands of a delicate nature
built as a temple--
or a house, if you will
you must open the broken door
discover life from the inside out
the stomach curdles and turns
but the mind is a thing to relinquish
there is constantly new life--
new life in old bodies
tired eyes and hungry stomachs
aching necks and sore feet
throbbing heads and shaky hands
but it is my heart; it is my mind
--these i want you to know
2 comments:
were these the lyrics for the band? i'm glad i finally got to see this...i remember you talking about it...
No, these aren't the lyrics. Maybe when you come to Raleigh we'll get the guys to sing that song for you. This is something completely different though. :)
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