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Saturday, May 14, 2016

IF I COULD FLY


if I could fly, i'd ask him why he made me like this,
if when I die, he greets me with a hug and a kiss,
If words simply cannot describe,

could you please Lord help me learn not to hide,
to openly accept this tribe,
the tribe you died to offer,
that I might know you, and love you.
I, a wretched sinful scoffer,
theres nothing you wouldn't do, 
no heights to far, 
no vast climbs to steep,
you my friend have raised the bar,
you my friend have carried what eternity will forever keep,

if I could fly I would believe in the hope I know to be true,
I would fly into your arms and just say 
"hold me Jesus, you're enough"
life all to much seems weary and tough,
feelings I resent with utter despise,
I despise the rough,
the corbin, the dorphin,
where would I go?
heaven, ahh but I would miss this world, at least what I have come to love and adore,
but heaven,, ahhhh a new door, 
I think I would say good bye,
as I would hug you one last time I would try not to cry,
"he was seven when he lost her, she was a beauty, had a lot of problems, but she was his mother and he loved her very much"
would I really choose heaven over you,
I'm through! I am so through..... threw,,, threw,, through this threw.
created atmosphere, I feel safe,
the bandages and wounds I let you chafe and chisel,
if I could fly I would learn to let go,
everything I would not know,
but I would learn to let go..
if I could fly I would give you my heart, 
I would say "take my heart lead me Lord, make my life complete, a wholly offering, pleasing to you"
then the choir would sing,
and you oh Lord would be the epiphany of it all,
strong standing tall, your love triumphs,
and this battle pumps with brigade,
for you oh Lord your shelter you have made,
made and won,
invade because I am done,
cleanse me o Lord so that I can fly,
I give to you what is sly,
I give you the lies,
the heartbroken cries,
I give you the woundedness,
with arms open I let you caress,
I give to you my dreams,
this field of sinful streams,
I give you the black and cold,
all that is distract, new and old,
if you wont heal me please grant me your peace,
that I might dine in your heavenly feast!!

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