Always You.
Posted on Nov 15th, 2006
by
savia
What is this kingdom of bloodshed?
who is this gluttonous beggar...sitting high on his feculent throne
I search for some sign of beauty...a tiny little scrap of Truth.
I turn for a moment and see you there.
Oh You! It's always You.
Who is this person sitting beside me?
the sweet sound coming from the other room?
a familiar tongue. I know it well.
it calls me again and again.
Again its you. Its always you.
What waits behind this gilded door?
I will knock but will I find?
I am not stuck here with this fear...
no orphan weeping gently... in some forsaken land
Take my hand now and squeeze it tight...
as you lead me through this haunted forest
I can feel you reaching out for me from the light
Oh Lord, I beg you, please bring me home!
I often wish I could choose between
What is Real, and this unnatural shame-
But if you set me free Oh Lord...
I would have nothing left to claim-
Will this freedom I seek lead me farther away
or call me deeper within?
I want to see your radiant face Oh Lord
and know your divine Love as my own
I'm not ready to go yet Lord
not ready to fail or fall to the unknown
A child peeks around the corner and smiles at me
but I turn my head and cower with shame
the sharp sword of his youthful innocence
piercing deep into my armor laden with guilt
hoping to find solace in tommorow
holding on to slivers of the past
I choose not to look...instead I turn away
so I shall not see today
i know it sits waiting patiently
until I inevitably turn again
stepping off the path of least resistance
to face into this moment- where we shall meet again
What is this breeze that cools my skin?
this food that settles my hunger...
what is the whispering in my ear?
gently waking me from my slumber...
what is the voice calling out to me...welcoming me home again?
what are these words...of this beautiful song?
what is the meaning of this place I come from?
you! It's always you Lord!
who is this gluttonous beggar...sitting high on his feculent throne
I search for some sign of beauty...a tiny little scrap of Truth.
I turn for a moment and see you there.
Oh You! It's always You.
Who is this person sitting beside me?
the sweet sound coming from the other room?
a familiar tongue. I know it well.
it calls me again and again.
Again its you. Its always you.
What waits behind this gilded door?
I will knock but will I find?
I am not stuck here with this fear...
no orphan weeping gently... in some forsaken land
Take my hand now and squeeze it tight...
as you lead me through this haunted forest
I can feel you reaching out for me from the light
Oh Lord, I beg you, please bring me home!
I often wish I could choose between
What is Real, and this unnatural shame-
But if you set me free Oh Lord...
I would have nothing left to claim-
Will this freedom I seek lead me farther away
or call me deeper within?
I want to see your radiant face Oh Lord
and know your divine Love as my own
I'm not ready to go yet Lord
not ready to fail or fall to the unknown
A child peeks around the corner and smiles at me
but I turn my head and cower with shame
the sharp sword of his youthful innocence
piercing deep into my armor laden with guilt
hoping to find solace in tommorow
holding on to slivers of the past
I choose not to look...instead I turn away
so I shall not see today
i know it sits waiting patiently
until I inevitably turn again
stepping off the path of least resistance
to face into this moment- where we shall meet again
What is this breeze that cools my skin?
this food that settles my hunger...
what is the whispering in my ear?
gently waking me from my slumber...
what is the voice calling out to me...welcoming me home again?
what are these words...of this beautiful song?
what is the meaning of this place I come from?
you! It's always you Lord!

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