We Need Some Love Up In Here

Fell away, I chose to say the most awful things. You my king: your patience your love, all of the above. My sin I cast, the grotesque, the past. Help me to see, my sight is dimming, the light of lights, in the distance, shimmering. By way of heart, fill up the dark. Make love and joy, instead of stark.

This pain we bare, we fall away. We chose to pay, the worst we say. Our friends they turn. Forgiving? We yearn for faith and trust, but when we disgust-we turn away, as friends we say, I can't take this one more day, get out of my way!

In a bowl, as it fills up. We are sinking in this cup. We fill it up, and up each day. Forgiving one would cause dismay. But forgiving one would empty the prison, the cup, the water, the coughing and sinking. But one has come and one has stayed. And one has paid the price to be paid.

Is this a song for the righteous? The Wrong? Or is this a song? We all have songs. To share them in person, or throw them away, or a page, in a word, in a desk, in a way - this bottle we cap, only takes a tap, to blast off the cap, and ruin your lap. Patience, for one this isn't a gun, or a word that is aimed and stings hotter than the sun.

This is a break, because we all make mistakes and God doesn't forsake, those who make mistakes and those who neglect, the need to correct, the sin that they've run, can all be undone. Just follow the one, the savior, the son. The life, the love, all of the above.