What is it to be alive?
To go through the motions
Because we haven't yet died?
My spirit is awake
While once it slept
When I was blind
Lord Jesus wept
His mercy, love and grace began
It changed my life in it's glorious plan
So what is it to be alive?
To walk with God by your side.
The Lord inspired me to write this poem July 5 1998.
The reasons why
Too numerous to mention
Impossible to count
Love, patience, help, and hope
I am never alone
I am never alone
And all the things on which I can't rely
Have moved on and drifted by
Never to return
Never to be missed
All the lonely ones never to be kissed
It makes me sad
But through all tears
There is warmth
Comfort
I am not alone
I am not alone
Dancing, spinning, smiling
Joy!
How can I ever repay
What I never deserved
How can I ever fall astray
From the truths that I have heard
Let them who have ears to hear
Hear
All the reasons why.
In much shame I hang my head
Feeling sick from things I've said
Wanting to reach out
If I could just touch Your hand
Just once in this time
Time of trial, a passing failure
Outgrowing denial
Days in the airspace
Lost on my selfishness
Scattered into open nothingness
Just to be carried on the wind
Was it really worth such a disgrace
Looking into mirrored self-pity
I am drawn to You
Wanting to erase everything
Absolutely everything
If only I could start again
To be a little less of a disgrace
A little less time to waste
My battery unrelentless
Dragging myself around
Beating up my character
Being honest for a change
How much worse will my punishment be!
Undeserving, ever receiving, everything
Humbling me
Getting off the throne
Walking away
But this time not alone.
Father, let me love You
Though I have gone astray
All I've gained is worthless
I knew that anyway
So hard to motivate me
Harder still to let it be
Father, let me love You
For all eternity
I fear I'm falling from You
So scared I might let go
The only thing that matters
My pain that will not show
Lord, I need your guidance
Have mercy one more time
Trying to live a life
I never dreamed
Could have been mine
Hear my prayer, Oh Father
My dilemma's woe
Selfish sin and pride, Lord
Bade them all to go
Father, know I love You
I long to make things right
Praising You forever
Through sunrise unto night.