I’m troubled by the
thoughts that trouble me
Betrayed by trust
my heart now cannot rest
For all their words
so spoken, angrily
My body’s shaking,
hands, feet all the rest
If I had wings, oh
somewhere else I’d be.
But cast my cares on God
He cares for me
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Betrayed by Trust
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Wise Man’s Burden
Life is a crooked dealer
that’s the curse
I tried to keep a count
of all the ways
But I lost track and
only feeling worse
I couldn’t straighten out
life’s crooked ways.You asked me for a hymn
I sang this song
It’s Ok that we know
how everything’s wrong.
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Like a Knife
I’m crying out to One
I cannot see,
“They want me gone
and hunger for life;
They glare at me
with domineering eyes;
They hope that fear
might stick me like a knife.”
To God, I offer up
my thanksgiving;
My eyes will see the day
of His delivering.
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Flourish
Why do the “victors”
hurt with their deceit?
Or find their comfort
telling many lies?
Their foolishness will be
their own defeat,
A surety for
condescending eyes.
But I flourish like
the olive tree,
Protected by my God.
so faithfully.
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Freely Run
To put it simply,
I’m a simpleton;
A “redneck” peasant
passing through the fields.
But some find beauty in
my sun-kissed skin,
the charm a soul that’s
free and wild yields.
They’re longing just to
know where I come from:
A place where flocks and
pastures freely run.
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The Passing Stranger
I see my breath
in lonely winter air.
The sun had come and
quickly set again –
A stranger, passing,
rushing to nowhere.
This cold wind blows,
it disappears again.
The days go on,
the story feels the same.
I searched and found
no meaning to this game.
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Fill this Empty Cup
Of all that I’ve done wrong,
I recompense
Though You have said
that You’d forget them all.
It’s You alone that
I have sinned against,
And from Your sight the
sinful soul does fall.
Again, with joy, Your
Spirit fills my cup
Though I am crushed,
again You raise me up
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Pursuits
“There is no God!”
So brashly, I profess
With no shame,
living like I don’t believe
I’m of corrupted blood
and nothing less,
Desires… guilt…
Chase me with no relief.
Oh, nothing that I know,
Not of my need
For God’s pursuit,
tenaciously, of me
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Piety’s Price
To satisfy their gods,
the rich bring gifts.
And with the other hand,
they rob the poor.
Reciting Holy laws
with silver lips,
they leave to tell
their lies outside the door.
But what He asked was
for a sincere heart
That calls on Him when
things all fall apart.
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