Delaware

Well, here I am, on my way to the NY state border. MY dad, brother and I are just leaving the little motel where we stayed the night. Lord willing, we will see my dad's parents before the day is over. I must be off now, but not without a new respect for the saying "don't let the bedbugs bite!"

~kaylala~

some road trip scenes...

this one's sidewayss...^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

hmmmmmmm....

P.S. hmmmm...gotcha about the bedbugs, huh?

After the Rain

I feel You lift my spirit out of my chest,
And I feel Your hand calm my restlessness;
I want to hear You, so You draw me to You,
And whisper, gently in my ear.

You give me what no earthly lover can bestow,
And I draw in nearer cause I wan't to know
How You do what You do,
I want more, more, more, more...

The earth can't contain herself,
The sky can't restrain itself,
The mountains fall into the sea;
Rejoice! The Lord's people are free!

So I'll stand steady waiting through the rain,
Cause I know in my heart that I'll see You again.
It's all I'm waiting for;
Please come back, I want more!

So when on that day that I see You again,
I will still be waiting here through the rain,
Cause You're so worth it all;
And You won't let me fall.

And even throughout the judgment day
I still live strong because I know what You'll say
When You see me there,
Waiting for Your answer.

And Lord, even after all the rain,
You know if I had to that I'd do it again,
Cause I want so very strongly
To see You again.

So I'll stand steady cause I'm madly in love
With the Great Maker of the heavens above
And the earth below,
And You won't ever let me go.

So I speak strongly with a tongue that's on fire
From a heart beating like it won't ever tire
Of trusting You, not my nerves
For hope perseveres.

Although we can't judge because we perceive the light
Through a glass, darkly, though we know it's the right
Time to glorify,
Time to prophesy!

The Right Price

I am waiting in the shadows.

I am scorned by passers by.
And I know well the reason

No one looks me in the eye.

I'm rejected by my own kind

I've been mocked and pushed away.

There is so much more left in me,

But that's the price I'm willing to pay.

So much more I can do.

Oh, so many things left undone.

But it's all been predetermined,

And it's happened cause I'm the One...

Won't you come to Me, children?

You don't have to wait another day.

New life beckons, strongly;

Won't you follow me today?

When you open hollow eyes,

To witness miracles sprouting,

Do you feel that thing called 'hope' rising up?

How can you keep on doubting?

There's so much love here,

Inside of Me for you,

I was broken,

And it all spilled out anew.

So I'm pulling, calling,

Hoping that someday,

You will come back, finally,

I'll be rejoicing as you pray.

So reach back, far inside your memories,

And latch on to that one speck of hope,

It was placed there so that you can see

I'm here for you, I'll help you cope.

So won't you let Me

Have full control of this ride?

It's the real thing,

And you're shaking;

And you've got nowhere to hide.

So hide no more;
Choose to be rescued.

Recluse

What do you do when you wanna be yourself
But you don't like who you are?
And how do you feel, you know it won't do a thing,
But keep wishin' on that star?

Right now I just wanna bury my head under the covers
And sleep for a hundred years.
The temptation to let myself slip all the way back,
Wanna save myself the tears.

I wanna try, wanna give my all,
All or nothing, take the fall,
My mind is reeling, body peeling from the shock,
The only sound I hear's "tick tock";

My time is running out,
So save me from this drought,
Cause without You,
There's no such thing as living.

I allow myself the luxury
Of taking my sweet time,
But my sweet tooth for disaster
Always pairs up with a crime.

When it's all or nothing,
And I'm halfway, what's the use?
Why should I care if I'm not there
And end up and old recluse?

When the words make sense inside my head,
But none of them will come
To the paper as I bid them,
Want them all, but just get some.

Like a guide dog to a blind man,
Like injections to the ill,
These love-hate relationships rage war
Lord, make me want to be still.

And soak You up,
Soak in Your glory,
Soak up Your story,
And make me better.

Better still,
For I never will
Feel that way again;
You are my one true Friend.

How did it feel?
To be born that way?
To know You were made to be persecuted,
And also here to stay.

Knowing You
Were meant for better things,
But all You wanted was
To be my King.

We spend our days
Running all around You,
And nothing, Lord, astounds You,
But like a little child,
We think You don't know,
And we decide that just because
We figured this world out all on our own,
That means we're qualified to rule it.

And we spend our days
Living in denial.
We'd rather go on trial
And be condemned than face the truth,
Admitting we were wrong,
And You were right all along.

floating

My head's in the clouds,
My heart's on the ground;
And I'm stuck between them-
I can't make a sound.

I want with all my heart to cry out,
But desire makes no impression;
It's all about taking action,
Getting involved with your passion.

The question is:
What is your Passion?
Is it for your benefit,
Or is it for God's vision?

Here we "Christians" are, floating around all oblivious-like in our own little self-righteous world, when what those people really need is a chance to be accepted. They all long for the same thing: redemption. They just don't know where to look for it. If we could just open our eyes, given the hope of not being totally blinded by the utter shock of what we see, would we do anything, anything at all?

Not Always Alright

I lay here troubled, cut down deep by what I cannot foresee.
My pains are doubled, because of what they keep on telling me.
And I don't know, oh will I ever know for sure,
When I find the roads I've traveled all my life are not that pure.

These problems are bigger, and truer than how i know myself,
And I find myself questioning the things I'd accepted
And put away on the shelf.
And oh, for the million miles I'd walk just to see you smile,
It would be worth it all, but I keep on fall...ing.

Maybe it's cause I keep telling myself
That everythings for nought,
But I know in my head I can't let myself
Fall down through that one thought.

Maybe the problem's that I keep thinking
That if what I do is all they see
Then it's allright, but it's not alright;
I'm not alright!

I'm scared, afraid of what I can do and what I can't do at the same time.
It's just the same old line again and again and again.
And now I'm listening for my friends but they've long gone away;
They've all got a home to go to.
The sparrows have got a home to go to.
The McDonalds Seagulls have got a home to go to.
The Wendy's Pigeons have go a home to go to.
The drooling nieghborhood bulldog has got a home to go to.
The street cats might not have a home to go to,
But they make do.

So tired of this same old routine,
Where they ask you "How ya doin'?"
And you know they don't mean what they say,
And you're not, but you say "Fine" anyway.

And what I long for, though it seems far away
Is that maybe somehow, some far-off day,
All these people would come to their senses
And maybe start takin' some chances.

And maybe make somethin' beautiful with this life.
And maybe start start takin' the darkness out of this light.