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One last time
I will cry
as I dress my friend
in oil and perfume.
He died too soon.
Early this morning,
arriving where they laid him.
The rock moved,
the tomb empty.
They had stolen him!
Removed him as he lay,
so peaceful and quite.
I cried aloud,
staggering home.
Then came across a man
there before me he stood.
There Jesus
did He stand.
Pierced, yet unbroken
reborn,
full of life.
Softy he spoke,
be not afraid
go tell the others,
as so they shall also see
this glorious promise
fulfilled in me.
I fled from his side
a heart full of joy.
Life again so new,
comes like the glorious spring.
Praise God for you
my Savior.
He is risen!
My king.
He is risen indeed!
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| Oh precious walls,
how much comfort you've brought to me.
Though in dark shadows of this life,
I flee far from the sweetest company.
Fear to open my eyes and see,
to open my heart and feel.
What lies beyond this coarse dark walls?
What will I see when this façade I remove?
I've tasted once before the sweet splendor of life.
Felt it's warmth embrace me in it's passionate love.
Yet I look to others to tear it down.
Stone by rigid stone,
Oh dear God let these walls come a tumbling down.
Let me see beauty,
Fly free on the wings of love,
Be swept away in hope.
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| Only melodious sonnets,
bring peace to my weary soul.
Music that soothes, even the most troubled mind.
Sing to me your song,
Fill the hallow halls with simple sounds.
A longing to once again, feel peace
When the late nights trouble my mind.
Finding my cares fade away,
as sounds of love crescendo throughout the night.
Oh dear soothing love,
let me hear your song.
Carry away these troubles, as your music fades away.
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| Words, I wish I could find.
To speak so I may ease this convoluted mind.
So much wonder,
questions bloom like flowers in spring.
Waiting for the beauty of it all.
These words, so simple and very few.
Comfort this heart, show to me the future,
make it be known.
Hope of love, dreams of tomorrow.
I'd blurt out these thoughts,
but I fear I'd look like a fool.
Let her words comfort me.
Let her speak, truth, from the heart.
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| The ways of the heart are bizarre and far from few,
leaving most in a clouded haze.
Once again we do wonder,
What words do I speak?
How long shall I wait?
Is it she I really seek?
Knowing well that whoever she is,
she's more than worth the wait.
I find myself, in strange
and possibly wonderful place.
Yet it is not for me to decide,
if she is supposed to bestow her glory upon my face.
This promise is decided and yet unknown.
God give me guidance,
let me not stray.
Always lead her in your direction, may she see your way.
Reveal more of her to me,
so this heart will begin to see.
Your promise of tomorrow,
unfold in beauty.
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