"Love Song For a Savior" by Jars of Clay

In open fields of wild flowers,
she breathes the air and flies away
She thanks her Jesus for the daises and the roses
in no simple language
Someday she'll understand the meaning of it all
He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens
As close a heartbeat or a song on her lips
Someday she'll trust Him and learn how to see Him
Someday He'll call her and she will come running
and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and she'll pray,

"I want to fall in love with You"

Sitting silent wearing Sunday best
The sermon echoes through the walls
A great salvation through it calls to the people
who stare into nowhere, and can't feel the chains on their souls

He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens
As close a heartbeat or a song on our lips
Someday we'll trust Him and learn how to see Him
Someday He'll call us and we will come running
and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and we'll pray,

"I want to fall in love with You"

It seems too easy to call you "Savior",
Not close enough to call you "God"
So as I sit and think of words I can mention
to show my devotion

"I want to fall in love with You"

"my heart beats for You"

Coming Home

Psalm 61:2  From the end of the earth will I cry unto you, when my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the rock that is higher than I.

"Coming Home" by Chrissy Zschomler

When I look back at the past, raining
Bright colors that sting my skin
I try to cope by sulking at memories
That are only alive within.

I wish I had that same old shine,
the gloss of each rain's drop.
Yes, it was once long ago mine;
But I persisted to make it stop.

I thought the rain would leave me wet,
cold, shivered, and chilled;
A rain that earlier I thought would make me
Happy, loved, and filled.

Yes, my heart is a compass that points itself
To the East, North, South, and West
I let my heart tear in a mind tug a war
Emotions too busy to find rest.

Soon I get in the car and study the rain
creeping on down the car glass
I can watch the stoplights blur up ahead
and blink as the cars quickly pass.

I soon arrive home, still feeling alone
and write out what I know to be true:
That when I feel distraught and I don't know why,
I'm just glad I can come home to You.

When my emotions want more than I could really have
And they mock my heart covered in glue,
I shrug off what they eat and know I am complete
Because I get to come home to You.

Worry shovels it way to the depths of my heart
And nods at the dark, chaotic view
It enjoys my pain but I know I'm still sane
Only when I come home to You.

There are days when the rain pours down on my head
And the memories they bring seap through,
But the emptiness in my heart that comes with each drop
Is one of the many homes to You.

And I soon realize as I look all around;
The past lying to me with what's true,
That everywhere I go, and everywhere I'm not;
is a residing home just for You.

It's not that You follow, You're just everywhere
I'm so thankful that I know this through and through,
That I follow You, because of this fact
That everywhere is home to You.

One step to the left, or one step to the right,
Or a direction I don't know how to do,
You give me such hope and bless-ed assurance
Cause everywhere is home to You.

And when the temporaries of this life depart from my eyes
and my spirit is fully made new,
I'll say goodbye to the world in rejoice and in love
because I get to come home to You.

At Least I Knew You For Fourty-Five Minutes

You couldn't even remember my name.
Alright, whatever. I'll try to forget yours.
Although it's kind of hard to, considering what your name is...
but, that's not important.
I just wanted you to know, I thought what you said about your dreams was really special.
I guess I would even want to know more of them.
You said you wanted a son one day.
You said you wanted to take your future wife to see the Northern Lights.
You want to be in Star Wars and Batman movies.
You said you really look up to your dad.
You want to live in Oregon because it's pretty and green.
You love the rain.
I'm not really sure if you'll remember my name again, or my eye color, or what my voice sounds like.
I don't really know you that well... I don't know you at all.
I mean, you seem nice, though.
But I just wanted you to know, you've got some beautiful dreams.
I guess I know a part of you, then- I'd say a person's dreams are a huge part of who they are.
I dare you to live those dreams. What's holding you back?
You'll make alot of people happy when you try.
But most importantly, you'll make yourself happy.
If you are as great as your dreams make you out to be... stay that way.

-The Girl Who Won't Be Remembered

PS... if you end up getting a girl, I hear they're pretty great to have, too.