What I Could Do

I could

Try to overturn each and every rock

To see what lies beneath.

I could, or

I could walk straight toward you and see what bounties I trip over on the way.

I could

Reach for each and every glinting star,

Each star a promise, each grab a chance to acquire something better.

I could, or

I could reach for you and only you and take the jewels you place in my hand.

I could

Hold tight to each and every prize I win

And keep it close and never split my cache with anyone.

I could, or

I could let it go, with open hands, and watch it multiply like loaves of bread.

Lonely

Lonely leads me to places

I never thought I'd see,

Where the misfits throw stones at the stars,

And the smallest tear weighs more than a ton.

Lonely carries me to regions

That I never thought I'd be,

Places where the coins have third and fourth sides,

And every choice has desperate consequences.

Lonely shows me things,

Heavy things that frighten me,

Blank books with no words to write,

Blank looks with no thoughts inside.

Lonely is a bully, a giant with evil intentions.

He steps on my heart, crushing my hope,

Crushing my beating, blood-filled heart.

Lonely, let me be alone!

I will be only alone and not lonely.

Tiny Steps

Reaching out, still frightened,
Eyeing friendly strangers with wondering caution.
Going alone, but looking around, not down.
Another day's sun will shine still brighter, even as
Night falls on the sprouting seed.

I Run To Him

I am clinging to the boat

I made with my self-will and self-sufficiency.

The storm flies quick about me,

A storm that God has sent to set me free.

I see my boat is breaking,

The pieces drift away.

The more I try to gain,

The more I lose.

I look out across the water.

I see a man standing there with eyes as fire.

While the waves are rising higher,

He's peaceful still, and walking on the sea!

I run to Him, I run to Him,

Across the stormy water,

To the safety of His heart.

I run to Him, I run to Him.

Where could I be safer, than in my Savior's arms? I run to Him.

I felt that I was strong enough,

Strong enough to keep my world from going wrong.

Strong and tough and angry,

I kept myself from feeling any harm.

Yet God knew how to break through

The protection that I built.

My careful hands can't save me,

But He can.

I run to Him, I run to Him,

Across the stormy water

To the safety of His heart.

I run to Him, I run to Him.

Where could I be safer, than in my Savior's arms? I run to Him.