You want me to live in your box Your invitation is perpetual and you think you won In the black and white I die The death you embrace The rigid walls cut my skin You spend resources to name my life as yours Writing rules is your passion You poke and prod You question...

I was kicked in the stomach today I am the subject of a hit and run Accusations runs wild Fear plays loudly in stereo and surround sound speakers Not one bit of gratitude has played for my ears While I fly over their heads Attacks come from every direction There is...

The gifts will continue to stack up while you curse His blessing Even while you mock His greatest creation you will always have enough but I hold what you didn’t ask for He cries for you while you do what was done to you Wounded and guarded they pray for guidance...

Up high in the air Only God really sees Flying where he breathes Only God really sees Over rivers of his glory washing and cascading through canyons and dry heat The song we sing Only God really hears His song he sang Only God really hears The walls he made to guide...

My love and I sit entwined although our bodies are in different rooms Dancing inside are Your wish for us wrapped around hope and joy and something much larger than one word can convey To be so completely connected but never satiated keeps my curiosity high Calls me...

I know all promises are fulfilled because you are here You have filled the empty places and the reality is no longer overwhelming but healing To enjoy the dance doesn’t just make me stronger as we move together The colors that paint the sky made of water and light...

I swim in a pool of unuttered tears only known by the LOVE that hears and sees and knows The cool of the liquid comforts sore hands and knees that are scraped The waves are red and blue the colors of you while we played I know you know that you are loved by not only...

Can I manufacture hope when I am less than You What if I lost my control My direction My passion Would You love me less than me In the peace You are the piece of me I could never have made The life in me that never runs dry Becomes immobile Forgets the goal Regardless...