Strangely Inspired

Sitting here on this day with nothing running through my head, seeking inspiration to write.

Wanting someone to come and stir my mind with an intriguing factor of life.

Seemingly forever, as I wait, I try to write.

Attempts not worthy of notice are here engraved.

Whether you read or take to heart...

What it would be I do not know.

Where it could be found I am uncertain.

But here is what I have to offer,

In this strange world.

I stand above a crowd of people,
Looking for your face amidst them all.

Searching back and forth,
My eyes wandering from person to person.
Wanting to see you, a longing I can't explain,
Would be satisfied with just one look,
Only enough to know you are alright.
Are you still alive and doing good?
It has been so long now, since I saw you last.

So many people walk by, but you are not in the group.
I am about ready to give up.
But there is still a chance you might walk past.
So I stay and wait.
It seems like every hope is gone when someone catches my eye,
With eager anticipation I turn to look,
But it is not who I was watching for.

Disappointment fills my heart. I start to walk away,
But then I realize maybe he needs ministered to.
Changing my course to walk past a lonely man sitting by the door.
I stoop to greet him, then we both stand to talk.
Visiting by gone days and discussing life,
Minutes fade away and walking together we leave the place.

A backward glance tells me the one I came to see,
still isn't there.

Life

Going so slowly my heart threatens to break
Questioning timing and long coming answers.
Am I even living any kind of a life?


Carrying on so quickly that I can barely stay on.
Doubting control and finding my strength unreliable.
Will this storm I am living in ever come to cease?


It seems like they are all the same.
It seems like it doesn't matter.
But in reality they are all different,
Each possessing significance.

Living it out

I know what I believe,
But am I remembering to live it out?

Analyze my actions,
Criticize my endeavors,
Make clear to me where I fail.

I cry to the Lord,
He will give me strength.
My confidence is sure,
I am becoming who I ought to be.

When I Learn a Sad Song ; You'll be the First Person I Sing It to.

You have stood by me all this time.
Never leaving me for anyone else.
Your faithfulness and love both clearly seen.

Who I am is so turned around.
Some times you hold me while I cry.
You comfort me when I weep.

The very next day, you find me rejoicing,
So you dance with me,
Delighting in the beauty of the day.

Seemingly twisted by confusion,
With my head bent towards the ground,
I am examining the world.

You question my questions.
Double checking my reasoning.
Try and make sure my head is on straight.

While we survey the scenery,
Pointing out discrepancies,
You show me how things are not what they are.

In noticing trivial things,
And appreciating simplicity,
My gladness brings you pleasure.

Pointing me in the right direction,
So I the way I am facing,
Might agree with the way I ought to go.

The life we live together,
Can in no way be better
Than what you are making it be.

Writing for the Lord

When I sit down to write,
I want You to be pleased with what I type.
So, tell me Lord, How am I doing?
Do the words that I speak,
And the thoughts that I think,
Do they praise Your name?
Am I falling short of the goal,
The one You, my Lord, set before me?
If only I could know.
As I keep on trying, I'll continue striving,
To glorify my Lord.

Falling down, Falling down,

This is the world around me.

Rising up, Rising up,

This is the way I want to go.

Here I am trying to find out,
How to be who I want to be.