My feet
hit the street
eyes down
cast on the ground
trying not to be distracted
by the soldier with a gun on the corner
now I reacted.

Turning my head in circles to the burning sky,
the noises of confusing cars wrestle by.
I hope I can safely cross
for I was warned
there is chance of a loss.

While Tegucigalpa taxis fight for a ride,
I patiently wait for an ebbing tide.
My feet again hit the pavement,
as I wonder what a flower vendor's words meant.

I made it to the other side,
but my time I cannot bide.
For before the first bell rings,
in front of a classroom I will be standing.

Do you know I love you,
every bump and bruise and wrinkle
every glow and smile and ribbon
every day and night and trouble?

Do you know I love you?
You never have to hurry.
You never have to run away.
You never have to worry.

Do you know He loves you;
until your mind has mended;
until your final trial;
until all His time has ended?

My soul's shifting of tides
is ever more
real
changing
and true
as the running river does flow
to a sea

The difference here is the route taken and
the way
my soul
finds me.

To meet my soul swimming against currents and tides
Is always
a difficult
and challenging
ride,
but to be greeted into deeper oceans
after riding through narrow rock ways and rapids
is a much more comforting notion.

This is so because after
the quick
bumpy
ride
through a
narrow water path flowing;
I am sure to find
the end
and a deeper way of knowing.

So even though the tide
of my soul
is still
shifting and true

I choose to take my soul
the narrow way
of a river running quickly towards a deeper soulful You.

You will be the one to hold close
The voice my ears hear the most
You will be the one with I can bare
The time and all of our cares.

You will be the one who is gentle
The way faith is so simple
You will be the one where I know
The love of God will grow.

The one is my friend
My world’s helping hand.

You will be the one who is bound
The ring on a finger might be found
You will be the one who shares
The love of God will mend every tear.

You will be the one I will run to
The rhythm in my shoe
You will be the one I will age with
The rocking of God’s true gift.

The one is my friend
My world’s helping hand.

You will be the one I will meet
The smile after a long, long street
You will be the one I will ask for
The other side of God’s great door.

For now you are the one with whom I wish to be
The one I wish to see
The one who is at a distant shore
The one God knows I pray for.

The one will be my friend
My world’s helping hand.

Tell me what happens when lonely lights burn out
when right turns wrong
and people study your clout.

Tell me what happens when steady streams run dry
when slow means fast
and people see you cry.

Tell me what happens when cars crumple
when steel is weak and
people begin to stumble.

Tell me what happens when real does not belong with rules
when happy is distant
and people want to fix tender hearts with tools.

Then tell me what happens when you hear the wind whisper
when a man’s flushed cheek frown becomes a smile
and people know he missed her.

Because the soul is not a body of water or hard as steel or ruled by ruling
because I have believed this so
and it was only myself I was fooling.

Instead a soul needs a comfort zone, a home, a feeling to believe in
and if you are willing to trust in Him
He is always here to help you begin.

Now tell me what will happen….

I need to let it be
with the strength He’s given me
This way it seems
is struggling
To be free

This covering crawls
With thoughts less worthy
Each time every try
Stumbles and falls
And then He asks, “but haven’t you heard me?”

Then grace falls down
Pouring slow like fresh dipped honey
Heavy lifting this frown
And I wonder aloud “now am I worthy?”

I need to let it be
With the strength He’s given me
This way it seems
Is struggling to be free.

In the face of young eyes
Years of hurt exposes steely tries
To cover older years of lies

For in a younger year
Their mind turns a gear
But it is only spinning for fear.

How many times
Must a child be a mime?
For someone elder’s crime.

Look in their soul
Give them a goal
To never be troubled nor sold.

Pave the Lord’s long way
Always straight and true will stay
And they will bloom as full as May.