There once was a knocking at my door,
A scary rhythm came before,
Of footsteps stepping on the floor,
Coming up to meet my heart.

The moment slow and painful beating at my chest,
Will I fail? Will it end? Or will the Lord say yes?
I'm trying my hardest, thinking that it's the best,
I'm doing my little part.

Then those footsteps, loud and clear,
Left my doorstep taking all my fear.
For God said yes and on my cheek a tear.
God is good to me.

We don't all agree,
How best to worship Jesus,
If certain things should break our hearts,
Or just as often please us.

But all that matters in the end,
Is not what we think is fair,
But to love The Lord and hate your sin,
And that Jesus died for us there.  

That's as simple as it gets.
It doesn't get more plain,
That Jesus died for all of us,
To break away our chains.

In my pretty little wonderland,
Things are sure to die,
Time is sure to pass me,
The land will seem to fly.

Where the Red Queen rises,
And the madness awakes,
There are streams of nonsense
And the Jabberwok takes.

We're all mad here,
And I'm escaping my life,
In my pretty little wonderland
Where there's madness and strife.

To those who feel the darkness,
To those who starve with pain,
To those who are rejected,
To those who live in rain.

I will be your friend,
Though none others seem to be,
Though people start to hate you,
And no one seems to see.

We all have problems, we all have sin,
We all live masks and lies,
We all forget our decency,
And say things that bring demise.

So when no one else accepts you,
Still  I will be your friend.
When all is falling down around you,
To the very end.

Our Father loves us, wants to help,
And will take away despair,
He’ll fix our hearts and broken souls,
And wipe our conscience bare.

They locked me away and called me insane,
They said there was something wrong with my brain,
I pushed and I shoved as I recalled my blunder,
Of telling the truth of that land of wonder.

The Queen of hearts has me,
The tears that I’ve shed,
Are no small reminder,
That it’s all in my head.
The rabbit the grin, the voices within,
The chessboard, the game, are things I can’t win.

The Queen of hearts has me,
The tears that I’ve shed,
Are no small reminder,
That it’s all in my head.

They tricked me for good when they took me away,
And showed me the truth that I’d have to stay,
Till my white knight arrives in checkerboard thunder,
And brings me back, to that land full of wonder.

It seems terribly sad, but at least it was said,
I’ll fight for what’s right, when it’s off…
with…
my…
head...

The Queen of hearts has me,
The tears that I’ve shed,
Are no small reminder,
That it’s all in my head.

Turn sorrow into silver,
And passion into gold,
Look deep inside them,
And see what you behold,
A painful twisted beauty,
As saddening as the rain,
As loud as fire roaring,
Called beautiful pain.

I have a bag of secrets,
I keep them well in check,
They all have many colors,
And are clean without a speck.

I have a bag of secrets,
I carry it about,
I gather more as life goes on
And scarce can be without.

I have a bag of secrets,
That bursts within my chest,
I keep them safe and silent,
At least I try my best.

I have a bag of secrets,
In my pocket to bring home,
It’s beaded with pearl seashell lace,
And strung with polished chrome.