01292007 - a beautiful collision

a beautiful collision

the breaking makes a sound I never knew could
be so beautiful and loud, fury filled and we collide

so courageous until now, fumbling and scared
so afraid You’ll find me out, alone here with my doubt

here it comes, a beautiful collision is happening now
there seems no end to where You begin and
there I am now You and I collide

something circling inside, spaciously you fly
infinite and wide, like the moon and sky collide

here it comes, a beautiful collision is happening now
there seems no end to where You begin and
there I am now You and I collide

here it comes now
(a beautiful collision, david crowder band)

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01252007 - V-I

sincerest apologies to those who actually READ this crap of a blog...but i've been...let's say - "busy". i'm not gonna say much, but that i'm still alive. "horray" or "boo" for me, whatever you may wish upon me.

here's some recent stuff i've put together. hope it successfully 'tickles your fancy'.

this one's the newest. enjoy!

V - I

Turn It Up!
not the beating of the heart drum,
nor the ticking of the clocks.

TURN IT UP!
not the confused melodies,
nor the resonating of trembling silence.

so turn. it. up.
yes, the repeating of the sad song,
playing over and over again,
in my head.

This a story,
of undeniably naked Truths,
of falling behind the rhythm of reality,
and getting caught between wrong and right.

“hey there you are!”
the shadow of my doubts,
the defaced idea of Him.

April showers bring long hours,
of watching the secondhand tick down
to the crash of time.
when reality and truth collide,
and hope fails to lift me up,
and the walls keeping me in,
tumble down.

“tell me something good!”
show me a glimpse of Home,
and wrong made right.
don’t just show me broken spirits,
and fallacious faith.

beautiful bright colors dance around me.
colors of temporary revival and restoration
act as band-aids for my shattered fidelity.
and once the wound is healed,
the need for aid is no more.

You stand over me,
like a watch tower on high.
no guarantees of where the light falls,
just the repeating cycles of heartless prayers.

Hold On!
wait a minute.
do you know what you’re getting yourself into?
falling between the cracks of lies and attacks,
i grip hold to the Idea.
the only One true Idea.
of Him,
Him,
and Him.
the One Truth.

so as i sit here and lather in the here and now,
i wrap my thoughts around waking up from this possible nightmare,
of waking up to the honest reality i once knew.
with both eyes open,
maybe i will see the flood of life
this hurricane draws in.
and then maybe,
i can truly hear
the perfect cadence this life was made to end in.