In the Whisper, In the Gale
Years are slipping by, and still no sign of dawn.
We’ve sailed in constant twilight, forgetting moon and sun.
Broken teeth, haunted hearts, and weary feet buried us in the deep.
I can see it all when I’m sinking.
Over all the seas, past the stars in the sky, we won’t need our ships to reach glory so bright.
After all is said, after all has been done, we won’t need our ships, our bones, or our blood in Your glory.
Where shadows will no longer be branded on the hearts of those who dared to persevere through death’s deepest dark.
All my pretense falls onto the floor when Your voice comes like a wind in the door: “Be set free.”
Silence is welcome in this dreary swell of life.
Ribcage horrors & blood-borne strife.
Safety is a dream I had, kindness is a knife.
Waking with hollowed heart, this isn’t home to me.
Sleeping with eyes open, this isn’t home to me.
Dreaming of somewhere far, this isn’t home to me.
This shadow is haunting all my days, an apparition watching me always.
And through the doors that once protected us, it comes and goes.
A Voice in the dark speaks louder than words that the dead cannot sing where they sleep.
“Come back to me now, bring nothing at all, for the dead cannot sing where they sleep.”
The chemicals that spark in my heart will fade, for the dead cannot sing where they sleep. “Come back to me now, bring nothing at all, for the dead cannot sing where they sleep.”
Dark Tongues pt. II
I was among the fatherless ones, born in a tide of paralyzed sons.
Threatened with fire, we all promised our spirits.
Am I followed, watched like prey? Who is singing freedom to me?
Tell me now, have you known a love powerful enough to steal your fear of
death with wounds so bitter? Can there be a place far beyond this sorrow ever bright and safe?
I will break this vein of violent shame, and run free.
Crooked & crimson, its blood is poisoned.
The times were dark and days were wild, the first time I believed
Your love would carry me home.
But when my enemies came to curse what I made, my hands would spark the fires of war.
Shaking from a love abandoned, I thirst for streams of providence.
Weathered into an eclipse of love and hate, I’m overcome by the weapons that they made.
From underneath, this battle wears me thin, an empty frame, barely human by the end.
Treachery in my blood, terminal till undone.
Hammered into foreign shape,
What did I think I would make?
Betrayed innocence, I have confidence there is forgiveness.
Abba, strike this jaw that whispers death into my soul.
Rip out every root it has grown in me.
Rest awhile little one, you’ve been running for too long.
The fire’s gone now from your eyes, only embers remain.
Don’t hide your face from me. I will leave everything behind, just to be with you.
Anchor your heart in mine, and when the tempest rises up, I will harbor you in my arms.
Skies are raging
(Threat of the waves).
Full of lightning
(You feel it every day).
Hear my calling
(Mine is the sea).
(It listens to me).
Bring me your anguish, I am the beam, the house of comfort and well kept dreams.
Bring me your loss and bring me your care, I will restore and I will repair.
Bring me your lonely nights of fear, Safety I am, I’m always near.
Bring me your condemnation’s words, I’ll drown them in my love unearned.
Bring me what you think of me, I’ll right the wrongs and set you free.
Bring me what you hope to gain, I’ll wrap you in my love’s refrain.
Bring me all the lies you know, I’ll bury them and let the Truth grow
up in your giving heart, for I’ll give you myself, impart.
We can’t hear Your sound when we’re underground.
I cannot remember life before I came here.
I’ve been buried alive, swallowed up into the earth.
I met a queen, she told me that home’s just a dream.
I’m worried that maybe she’s right, and there’s no such thing as sunlight.
And You’re just someone I imagine, when I feel alone late at night.
She’s beautiful and sings to me songs of the underground sea,
and says one day I’ll be her king, if I’ll admit You’re a dream.
I know I’m not dreaming, there must be something beyond these walls.
I will search and find it, even if I have to crawl.
For too long have I existed in this dim half-light.
When darkness surrounds, and I can’t see, I will use my heart as my sight.
Longing for the sunlight with all I am.
Waking from this dense night to breathe again.
Truth upon the moonrise, silver on my hands.
Roaring through the new heights, I hear Him.
Bear in mind what’s on your heart, these distractions are wearing you down.
I can’t help you carry this, in secrets you persist. I see you caving, there’s no help
when you draw shades & shut your door in the faces of your friends.
Oh friend, I thought you were by my side.
This is failure due to pride.
Bury your heart in the hands of who is safe.
Let reservation leave your lips, let lovers have your gaze.
The wellspring of your chest becomes free and you’ll find your peace.
No one taught You how to shape the world in existence.
The only need, the power of Your word.
A clamor in the distance took no toll upon the air.
The baritone foundation of the earth became aware.
You speak, and the mountains leap.
The valleys bow.
The oceans throw themselves upon the beach.
They hear You sing.
The tidal draw of light and dark,
the pearl of the sky to You does hark.
Bring forth Your gleam in desolate place.
Aria of lavish grace.
Beauty on high, loftiest of lullabies.
Sanctuary built by song, to shelter and to hold.
The rising fell, sonorous swell, the melody of infinite scale.
Your crafting skill, beautiful will, matter made still, Your voice the quill.
Hammer and nail could not build what You alone sang into the world.
You are the eye and the beholder, the one before and the one forever after.
That We May One Day Be The Same
Oh my friends, were we lied to, were we dreaming?
My love’s gone, I don’t believe as I once did.
With outstretched arms, I search for You.
My hands tremble.
With open eyes, I strain my sight.
I see nothing.
Beaten and naked, we are formless, searching for someone to repaint us.
I could not know what I’d been taught was who You are when it was not.
Goodness from eternal hands, it wasn’t glory.
I want Your heart to beat with mine, I’ve spent myself keeping time.
Give up this ghost, this eidolon, it isn’t glory.