Our days are long, and our years are short,
But in a letter to you I’d write:
I’ve studied your face each part;
I’ve spent my time learning you right.
I see you in ways both quiet and brave,
In my mind, your every move I replay.
I’d take my thoughts to the grave,
But I think yours is better anyway.
But in a letter to you I’d write:
The tilt of your smile, the spark in your eyes,
The little gestures only I’ve known,
How softly your laughter lifts and flies.
And in those moments, I feel fully shown.
But in a letter to you I’d write once more
To tell you all I’ve learned and adore.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 5:46 PM UTC
I’ve got a passion but I’d give it away
For you Jesus cause you light my way
This world can tempt, distract and lead you astray
But You alone are the truth I won’t betray
I was a vandal in a vice in the hearts of men
But in your whisper love spoke loud again
And healed the hurt I bottled up since then
You Jesus have healed my heart again
You tore the hell and brought me through the fire
You called me son and lifted me up higher.
No chain remains, no shame can still conspire
Your love consumes me like a holy fire
So with every step I’ll go wherever you lead
For you alone have met my deepest need
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 5:45 PM UTC
Come down from your high
I heard you whisper your lies through a sigh
And I know this won’t be your last goodbye
So don’t you go wishin’ you could still get high
Come down by the fire
Let it hit your face and frame your desire
I know you’ve been living a life that’s borrowed
Let the heat sweat out your soul from sorrows
Come down from the mountains
The greens and grays of your fading fountains
Lately they’ve been slipping more everyday
But once they were enough to light your way
Come down from the waters
Let the waves wash clean of your borders
Release the weight you’ve carried for so long
Find the strength to right all you’ve done wrong
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 5:44 PM UTC
Ive got some bad news
I woke up still thinking of you
You’re still there grinning at the **** I said
When got a slap on the head
Ive got some bad news
I’m still thinking of you
Tears in my eyes listening to old stories
Remember when’s bringing back up some old memories
Generational grin grows wide and deep
Haunting the corners of my half-slept sleep
Ive got some bad news
I woke up still missing you
Your face in the photograph caught in between
All the old times we’d take for routine
Ive got some bad news
I’m still missing you
Your shadow still stands tall in the frames
A silent reminder that nothing stays
Wish you would’ve told me minutes grow sour
Wish you would’ve stayed to see this hour
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 5:43 PM UTC
How’s one get close to You Lord
I reckon it’s sailing a sea of your making
to a land full of people of your making preaching words
I only half believe maybe then I’ll believe them
Maybe its singing hymns full of words I’m not acquainted with
in room full of your making faking a smile
How’s one get close to You Lord
I reckon it’s making mends on promises I can’t keep
or apologizing for things I’m not apologetic for
I reckon I’ve got an inkling on how but knowing is different then doing
and I reckon You know I’ve never been good for it
How’s one get close to You Lord
I reckon it’s throwing away glass bottles
and keeping my savings from chips destined for loss
or could I find You in them instead
maybe I’ll hit concrete on a February night before I do
or maybe I’ll find You in a nice lady with a warm smile
How’s one get close to You Lord
I reckon if I can bow my head sincerely enough in some pews
get acquainted with Your word and stop the pessimistic thoughts
that echo through my head I can find a light and see You true
maybe then Lord I’ll be close to You
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 5:41 PM UTC
Where you are at midnight hour,
I’ve got a lot of anticipating until then.
But I can’t stand how minutes sour
On the clock in some busted den.
I pray your heart stays warm where you are.
There’s some things that can’t be said through a prayer.
I hope you don’t see them where you are,
’Cause there’s so much to bear.
And if I could, then I would spend my time with you,
But I’ve got a lot of anticipating left to do
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 5:39 PM UTC
A cracked old mirror hangs upon a wall,
It tells me I’m broken and falling apart.
While it sits nailed to rotten boards on the wall,
It shows every fractured piece of my heart.
Beside it rests a mirror, darkly stained;
It says I’m bleak and need to lighten up.
While it hangs on a broken nail, chained,
It shows it’s still dim when the sun comes up.
But near them both sits one bright and clear;
It says to me I’m wiped clean of filth and free.
While it stands tall with a new tag near,
It shows not one imperfection of me.
Though others see the stains once displayed,
One alone sees a soul fully remade.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 5:36 PM UTC
One day, the girl who keeps me awake at night
Will hold me tight, run her fingers through my hair,
And show me how loved I am—
And I’ll know: one day is here.
One day, we’ll go to Boston
To watch the Red Sox beat the Yankees at home.
I’ll glance at her after Duran or Gonzalez
Hits a walk-off homer,
And I’ll know: one day is here.
One day, I’ll come home from a long day’s work
To the home we built together,
And I’ll see her with our beautiful family—
See her smile the smile I needed most—
And I’ll know: one day is here.
One day, we’ll be getting ready for church.
I’ll ask which tie matches my button-up,
And she’ll tell me through a mouthful of toothpaste,
And I’ll know: one day is here.
One day, I’ll see her walking down the aisle,
More beautiful than I ever imagined.
Tears will fall to my chin
As I choke out my vows,
And I’ll know: one day is here.
One day, we’ll sit on the porch we built,
Swinging in chairs we made,
Sipping coffee,
Watching the sunrise
With years of memories behind us—
And I’ll know: one day is here.
And one day,
I’ll be held by the same girl
Who once ran her fingers through my hair
When I was young and restless.
And I’ll realize we’re now old,
And that one day…
Was always here.
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 12:37 AM UTC
I went for a walk one cold Christmas Eve night.
I heard bells chiming and laughter drifting with the snow on my boots.
I saw church lights and people piling in.
I went inside and sat down on a pew, lost in quiet thought of you.
I saw big Italian families gathered together,
Children whispering secrets, and coats brushing
close in the pews.
The choir began softly, their voices like snow.
Candles flickered and danced as warm light spread
through the room.
Old men in dark coats nodded in quiet prayer,
Grandmothers whispered blessings while clutching worn hymn books.
The smell of pine and wax filled the cold, silent air.
Every heart seemed to pause, but mine still
wandered to you.
Memories of you drifted like snow through my mind:
Every laugh, every glance, every soft word I once knew.
The warmth of fires and carols we sang long ago,
Each cold night turning to warm mornings with you.
I remembered Christmas Eves with you, laughter in the air,
Snow falling on our coats as carols filled the quiet night.
Warm fires, bright smiles, and moments only we once shared.
But all this evening was just a Christmas Eve service.
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 12:33 AM UTC