I love the feeling of being in love
More than I love the love itself
Maybe it’s because I’ve always loved people better than they love me
Or perhaps it’s because the heart can feel better than the eyes can see
I love being in love like a little kid waiting for Christmas morning
Or being cozy at home, looking out the window when it’s storming
A soothing feeling, exciting, yet calming.
It’s comforting knowing that nothing can be done to change where I am
And that’s okay cause I don’t want life to be any different than this
To touch the palm of your hand
To feel the electricity in your kiss
And even if the stars never align
In my heart, I am sure to find
A place where I can go to climb
The heights of your love

What a fire it was
that burned down in our souls
Like a candle, bright flame
exuding heat like burning coals
The candle burned bright
The only light on a dark night
My only protector, a dark knight
No vision, no moonlight
The sands of time, crashed on our flame
The cry of love did not sing our name
The light faded, a flickered flame
We loved and lost
We lost the game

Holy Holy is The Lord God almighty
We stand together to sing His praise
You say you love Him, but to me I'm amazed
That you can Love God but sin against your brother,
and remain totally unphased
I can write essays about how you sit and dispraise
the opinions of  your brothers and sisters
Or sit silently with uncomfortability in your gaze
Your lack of care to the matter is unsettling, it begins to abrase
at my love for you all, it sets me ablaze
The Lord you love spoke to the woman at the well
but when you talk to me, I don't always feel as if you mean well
I'm not calling you a racist, but your uncomfortability shows
That you want diversity, without discussing adversitiy
or seeing that still the cold winds of your ancestors blows
You hide behind the politics of your mom and your dad
Trump got elected, you couldn't say you were glad
Because people in your fellowship hurt, and that's always bad
but at home there's excitement, tax dollars to be had.
you hide behind your politics. I hide behind my God,
you hide behind your privilege, I will call you a fraud
I am hungry, didn't feed me
Chained, you didn't free me
But you serve a God of the oppressed
I am thankful that He won't say that you didn't see me.