Metaphors of a Restless Heart

Pleased to share my song “Metaphors of a Restless Heart”. It was first crafted as a poem and later on turned to a song. Poetry in music and music in poetry and some metaphors in between. The wonder of these three together speaks so well to a soul. See lyric video below and let me know what you think. See links at bottom to buy music.

I’m a ship lost at sea
Blown by the wind aimlessly
By the racing waves and tides
I’m worn and wry
No shore in sight
No place to hide

I’m a house broken down
My cracks are deep
From roof to ground
I’m wishing for a chance
To fix my messy leaks
I’m hurting much
And yet I’m getting numb

I need Jesus, I need Jesus
I need Jesus, oh Jesus

I’m a forgotten truck
Stuck in a rut
None alive but stains and dust
Stifled by these grimes and stubborn rust
On busted wheels
Oh, I’m crippled still

I’m a paper plane in a hurricane
Flew too high
In my last flight out
In the haste came down crashing in disdain
And ended up melting in the rain

All this time, my world relied
On fleeting wealth and alibis
And all just now my reveries subside
And all the fragments of my shattered heart
Is all that’s left I’m pricked picking up
Who can make me well? Who can make well?
In those days gone by
Even then and now

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Frozen in Time (Young Again)

Can’t remember my age now
Unaware of the date now
‘Cause I’ve ceased counting
As history is repeating

Frozen in time, we are young again
And I lean locked up wallowing in your arms
Trapped in this moment called embrace
And we are left behind in this human race

Innocent again, we are young again
We are bold again, we’ll stop trains
To choose to settle in the middle of a riddle
And write poetry underneath the tree

When every heart longs to belong
And every heart longs for a home
When your heart aches to own
Put your arms around me solely

The Power of the Pen

Write your thoughts on a tablet. Let them flow like surging electricity from your imagination to your pen. Wonder how its ink draws a picture of your ramblings when it taps into this source of power. Let nothing disrupt your ideas. The blueprint of your dreams is your frame to possibility. Let your spirit carve marks on your placid paper where your sound is written. Soon your scribbled riddles find their meaning and turn pages of this journey to a story lighting up history. Let them not be forgotten or forsaken.

Write what’s in your heart. Pour them out like spilling water colors into an empty canvas. Let it expose the passion in your blood. You are not willing to hold your peace forever. For the ones you love and for what you love to do, for art and peace and food for the soul, write with the power of the pen.

“Write the vision and make it plain upon tablets, that he may run that readeth it.” – Habakkuk 2:2

PS- Have you felt its power lately? Let us know.

Anthem of a New Beginning

There’s a new beginning in you
Springing up like a morning dew
Unceasing more than a thousand chances
We live our dances as our faith advances

As our old folks gleefully sing
This anthem of a new beginning
With the young and everyone in between
Age wouldn’t matter when we all march in

Gazing fireworks like raining stars
Wipe these fears to make them scarce
Our memories behold all that’s old
But we look up to see newness unfold
PS- Is it too late to greet everyone a happy new year?