The Aspiring Bard

My hands reach up to Heaven   But my feet are still   Planted in the ground. I've jumped into the river   But my heart still yearns   Toward the shore. All I lack is courage   To let go and drift away,   Set my roots in better soil. Lift me up and throw me in,   Transplant my failing heart.   I can't do this on my own.

You are the beautiful one. When Your presence fills this place, How I long to see Your face. You are the beautiful one Your nearness is my light, Though veiled from my poor sight. You are the beautiful one. You are my heart's desire. You set my soul afire. You are the beautiful one. Lord, I want to see You now As I humbly bow. You are the beautiful one.

Throbbing brain. Body strain. Soul in pain. Bloody stain. King to reign. Gore and agony of love.

Broken record playing The memories of pain Words and thoughts and feelings Poisoning my brain. All I want is freedom To be what I should be But theses dark thoughts keep their iron grip on me. Can You loose the shackles That bind my weary heart? Give me hope for freedom And a fresh new start? How I long to trust You But something holds me back Oh Lord would You reform me And be all that I lack.

I passed You by Along the way, Busy with me- My thoughts, My life- And when I realized What I'd missed, I turned around But You'd moved on To someone else.

Open the eyes of my soul And let me see Your glory. A wide world Filled With Your wonders Each blade of grass A miracle Of itself. Each floating cloud A marvel Beyond comprehension. Open the eyes of my soul And let me see You In all things.

I will be me, The beautiful me, The me that is A part of You, Created in Your image.