Prodigal Rocket

I feel like a second stage rocket, just broke free of the atmosphere,
No more regret to shock test this, hoping for His glory in this year,
Now I’ll expect to retain His blessings when spoken, I’m eager to see,
What’s coming next is–how do I expect this?–a walk free of soliloquy.

I have a secret
That I’m not gonna tell,
I would share it,
But what would that help?
If you want it,
Then know I’m a truth bell,
Search my off’rings,
I’m sure you’ll see it as well.

This seems to be a slow-burning stage,
The prodigal returns despite his mind rage,
But my Father reaches out instead of turning me away,
Covers all the distance, in spite of my place in this race,
In spite of my pace in this race.

I never fell away,
It was my baggage claim,
My muddy porch frame,
The basement laboratory’s in flame,
I’ve let go of the shame,
I’ve let go of the shame.

The moon’s passing by us,
I wonder if its heart’s like that dust,
Perceiving our pain and there’s no disgust,
Just watching us and shining when it must.
But does the moon cry for the unjust?
Why should the moon cry for the unjust?

And the stars are infinitely separate, apart,
Speckles in the tar, twinkling light, God’s flashy car,
Yet the past is more distant still, behind me’s a further far,
Tomorrow’s never more than a step away even when it’s hard.

Fingerless Glove

I’m a fingerless glove,
Threadbare but comfortable,
Little bit frayed but I know how to love,
Wrap you in warmth that comes from above.

Honest, that’s not even me,
It’s the Spirit of God burning freely,
Always coaxing, helping, singing with glee,
The life of Jesus inside of me.

Yeah, I’m worn around the edges,
Losing threads is just my business,
Burn the frayed ends, I’ll retain this,
I’m somehow usable without fingertips.

Honest, that’s not even me,
It’s the Spirit of God burning freely,
Always coaxing, helping, singing with glee,
The life of Jesus inside of me.

That He should choose to wear me,
Use me for my use, never once despairing,
His gentle hands hold all my burdens,
Bear my scars, I couldn’t earn this.

Honest, that couldn’t be me,
It’s the Spirit of God burning freely,
Always coaxing, helping, singing with glee,
The life of Jesus inside of me.

The Life of Jesus inside of me!
The Light of Jesus inside of me!

I’m insufficient on my own,
But who ever said You couldn’t bestow
Your perfect love in my heart, my soul?

Is my flesh doomed to fail You?
It’s an honest question, please reveal truth,
If my pissed mood prevails against You,
Will I fall from Your mention–steal my veiled brood!

I’m looking at the stars again,
The half-moon is half-shrouded in
Cloudiness like foggy vapour rising,
Like worship lifts, diffuses light so brightly.

Wisps of cloud drift through the sky,
Distant and underlit, fade before they say goodbye,
Ribbons of smokey strips, like smoke gets in my eye,
Twisting in city lights, rising high like praisefilled cry.

No matter what they say,
You say I can do this Your Way,
And it’s better for us both today
If I carry on in worship in Your grace,
I’m becoming okay with last place,
Second fiddle’s better than my own disgrace.

You’re awesome,
I know it ’cause You bought me,
My mind’s lost in
The Way You caught me,
I’m running!
The Way You taught me!

Oh, oh, I’m so sorry,
For all the times I left myself to worry,
And when I thought that You had left me for Your glory,
I’m really, really sorry,
It produced in me a harvest gory,
And to be honest, it still horrifies me,
I’m asking You to forgive my yesterday,
I’m really hoping You will hear my story.

You know me,
You’ve grown me,
You love me…
Show me how to love You back as the best me!
Show me how to love You back as the best me!

I asked for a fish…

Please…

Please, come in the door,

There’s still real blood on the floor,

But I need You more…

Best, Blessed

Have you passed the test?
Do you have what’s best?
Have you undertaken a quest
To embetter your less?

I fell again, these walls just won’t stand,
But the lesson is sometimes we can’t.
I’m telling them so we don’t fall so bad,
It’s better to have faith than to pretend we’re all that.

Am I past the test?
Have I asked to bless
Others first and myself less?
Am I still a mess?

I fell again, these walls just won’t stand,
But the lesson is sometimes we can’t.
I’m telling them so we don’t fall so bad,
It’s better to have faith than to pretend we’re all that.

Could I be the Best?
Can I really intercept
This perfect righteousness, You bless,
But You never force us to challenge the test.

I fell again, these walls just won’t stand,
But the lesson is sometimes we can’t.
I’m telling them so we don’t fall so bad,
It’s better to have faith than to pretend we’re all that.

I’ll take the test,
I’ll give You the rest,
And I’ll take this to bed,
This cross kills me dead.

I fell again, these walls won’t stand,
Lay it down, lesson is sometimes we can’t,
I’m telling them now so we don’t fall so bad,
It’s better to have faith than pretend we’re all that.

You passed the test,
You gave us Your best,
I’m kinda shocked at the rest,
That You would give us Your best.