shattered

Broadest road that i can travel
i am drawn by what i see
spirit living deep inside me
is fighting to be free

i'm a homeless man who's trying
(and i do not have a home yet)
find a place to lay his head
find some comfort in this journey
(just another taste of pleasure)
at least before i'm dead

there she is inside, waiting on another
chance to make it right
there she waits until, her brokenness can brake her
and finally be still

and these sidewalks speak of demons
(there are demons all around me)
they are stepping on my toes
and my head just spins in circles
(i can't even stop this movement)
round and round it goes

and i've got so many pipers
(and i think i hear my song now)
leading me right to my death
i'm a slave to my indifference
(and i'm comfortable in chains now)
i'm a corpse with borrowed breath

there she is inside, waiting on another
chance to make it right
there she waits until, her brokenness can brake her
and finally be still

now i have to be a grown up

beauty.

your word for the week, everyone!

When you think something is beautiful you gaze at it. You can't help it. You don't yawn and look away. Why do human beings crave beauty? What is that vague longing you feel when you see a majestic mountain range or hear a beautiful piece of music? Maybe its a homing instinct. When you get a glimpse of beauty, of excellence, you feel in you bones that you were made for something better. At some level, the longing for beauty is a longing for God.

"He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end." - Eccl. 3:11