The Words That Flow Through My Pen

Sometimes, life has no reason unlike the seasons It aimlessly drifts with the wind We find ourselves in places of unfamiliar faces Bathing in the shadows of sin Our souls become lost up in the holocaust That once was a beautiful life Like a ship drifting upon the tide we bang and then we ride The white horse straight into death Into a giant black hole we dive in with our soul Until we have nothing left We then fall prey to our host who spreads butter on our toast Our habits take over our lives Everything we hold dear falls with one last tear Into the darkness of night Tired and defeated all our hope is depleted Because we have nothing left to lose Sometimes the storm passes as slow as molasses Left frozen somewhere in the snow Then our red eyes run dry with no tears left to cry As we admit, I’d rather be dead If you have a desire to live right, please take heed of my plight And know that it’s never to late Soon as you give it away find your knees and pray You will find the comfort of home And all of the disgrace will fall off of your face Like the leaves that fall off the tree And just like the bare tree soon you will see Life is reborn in the spring Like a warm days cool breeze, God fills us with his ease And through him we find some peace One day at time the trials all unwind As the jigsaw falls into place As everything gets better we become one with the weather And the seasons suddenly become our friend Our lives suddenly fly past, because we want to make them last Like an ice-cream on a really hot day We are overcome with the obligation to tell of our salvation Remembering all of those left behind Some will find their way, others all we can say Is Lord, we truly did our best Dear Lord we write for your glory, telling our stories That we would rather keep hid on the shelf Our desire is to aspire so we can rise ever higher With the words that flow though our pen Giving of ourselves becomes our greatest wealth As our souls become one with the Son No high could be higher than faith and desire Knowing we have been born again One day we will stand before the gates that shall open to our fate As heaven welcomes us in We will look down on this earth, spirits of a new birth Watching over the seeds that we spread Knowing their lives were made better, because we were able to weather The storm that raged through night Until the day I become shadows and dust I'll forever trust The words that flow through my pen