"Flood"

With each day comes more and more rain
Chilling to the bone and with it comes pain

I’m getting drenched – I shouldn’t be out
But within is fear, regret, and doubt

The water soaks through my clothes
But I’m unaffected – too many woes

Can’t tell if I’ve got feet – they’ve probably gone numb
But what does it matter? Sunshine won’t come

The water fills the nooks, the crannies, the holes
I yearn for warmth, deep down in my soul

Where is the sun? It’s up and disappeared
It’s bad – yes it’s even worse than I feared

What are my odds to get out of this flood?
I have to find a way to lift my face from the mud

Perhaps, just by chance, along will come a boat
But, alas, I stare around and see that there really is no hope

The water continues to both fall and rise
But wait! A shining ray through the clouds? What a prize!

And then I see it, there on my chest
A single chance: a cross on which my burdens can rest

The light spreads and the water recedes
Warmth fills my heart, my soul, my very being

I’m lifted up high and I see down below
The flood is no more but the water yet flows

I’ll always remember that time in my life
But from this point on, I’ll have hope – even at night

Thank you God

"Choices"

What to do? Where to go? Who to be?
So many choices – not enough voices

I’m stuck in a rut; can’t begin to proceed
How many more days of this must I endure?

What to do? Where to go? Who to be?
So many choices – not enough voices

What will tomorrow bring?
Sunshine? Rain, though it’s not yet spring?

What to do? Where to go? Who to be?
So many choices – not enough voices

Should I follow the path
or stray for now only to one day return?
What does God have planned for me?
I want to know – I yearn

I’m following His lead, for now at least
But to go on? What if they don’t believe?
Teaching, I’m sure – almost a hundred per cent
But which – very specific or a much broader subject?

What to do? Where to go? Who to be?
So many choices – not enough voices

How will I know what I’m meant to do, meant to be?
Will it be written, spoken, or maybe shown to me?

What to do? Where to go? Who to be?
So many choices – not enough voices

Is wealth the right course? Do I strive for prestige?
Or do I take the road less traveled – toward humility?

I guess in the end, not knowing these things is better by far
than having too many voices and not enough choices

"One Way Street"

I’m looking down a one way street
Can’t quite tell which way to point my feet

It’s so far and yet so near
Each choice I make is wrong, I fear

My lips are dry and yearn to feel
That soothing, warming anti-peel

I’m looking down a one way street
Can’t quite tell which way to point my feet

What is the answer – the truth in my heart?
Which way do I turn? Where do I start?

It could work; it might not
But how do I know? What’s the right spot?

I’m looking down a one way street
Can’t quite tell which way to point my feet

How many others know the truth?
Does it even matter? How should I choose?

Are we just friends or could there ever be more?
I’ve got nothing to lose but everything in store

I’m looking down a one way street
Will I ever know where to point my feet?

"Not Quite Right"

Roses are blue, violets are red
Oh good grief! What a screwed up head!

Daisies are yellow, sunflowers are white
What now? Am I also blind?

Grass is blue and the sky is green
Surely there’s something wrong with my spleen

Her hair is blue and her eyes are blonde
I’ve obviously been away for far, far too long

I guess we could watch VT or play pong ping
Guess what else? I’m the world’s one and only king!

Time to milk the hens and take the cow’s eggs
But I’ll have to be quick – the chair has no legs

How many can you honestly say you know
Whose sock goes on right after the shoe?

I’m sure this could go on and on and on and on
But I promise I’m done – at least with this song