The PoetVangelist

On days like this I can sit and stare I could shut You out and just not care But deep inside, know You're still there Your love in my every breath of air. At nighttime when my soul is dark And sin has left me wounded, marked, I could barricade my bleeding heart But You'll keep knocking, never part. Where can I go to hide from You? What could I do to shake You loose? What force is there on earth or moon That could against me dissuade You? Oh love that would not let me go! Though depths of my darkness well-known Why You love me, I'll never know But I say, Amen! Let it be so.

I keep trusting I keep trying I keep accommodating Keep denying I tell myself next time will be different Maybe if I'm more tolerant, more lenient But you You keep stabbing me when my back is turned Making me feel like I should have learned By now How this goes But no I still hope Still give you chances: Daggers, arrows And you throw Gleefully, with abandon No mercy, no pardon.   You who should have been an ally Sell me out for less than a kiss And I can't fathom why You keep doing this.

When my joy is tied to things, They soon leave me high and dry. Money, without warning, sprouts wings And with it, security flies. When my joy is tied to family, They quite often let me down. So many irritants and peeves, So many excuses to frown. When my joy is tied to romance, It runs short from time to time. Too little perfection is man's, Too much dissatisfaction is mine. But when my eyes are fixed on You, Then my strength is Your joy: Which no sorrow could undo; Though struck down, can't be destroyed.