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LAURA LYNCH Jul 2012
Sitting here with You
My soul is renewed
In Your eyes I can see
Such love for me - I'm free

Your heart longs for me
Your voice beckons to me
"Precious child, please stay!
Come run away with Me!"

And I'll abandon myself to You
I'm giving my all to You
I give up my pride, the idols inside
I'm free to worship You

You are all that I need
You are all that I seek
Sacrificed life
Glory revealed in me

Such joy unexplained
Such peace unfeigned
You have given to me
Life that is free to be.

And I'll abandon myself to you
I'm giving my all to You
All selfishness gone - I'm free to go on
Giving my praise to You
LAURA LYNCH Jul 2012
Imprisoned behind bars of deception
Fear the padlock that keeps me hidden
Creation's purpose reduced to death
From perfect peace to hell's unrest

The veil it separates love's true design
Two lovers once joined now confined
Grasping to take back what once was mine
O First Love ... you're my desire

My hand reaches past this fear I've known
Through darkness' window I feel for you
Your fragrance draws me - I can't resist
Deception revealed, I seek heaven's kiss.

You've laid it all down, the veil has been torn
For nothing but love such pain you have borne
Grasping to take back what one was Yours
For Your first love, the cross You endured

My eyes fixed on You - my life breathes for You
Sweet honey You are - You restore my soul
LAURA LYNCH Jul 2012
As the blanket of the night falls in upon my soul
A voice cries out - it pierces me; a cry I can't control.
A melody of rhythms pulsate in my mind.
A harmony of triads, so dissonant and strong
Cries out in desperate longing for connection with the One
Whose music fills an empty heart and soothes the one undone.
This melody it haunts me as I fight to find some peace.
A song enchained in denial's hole - the curtain held in place.
Fighting with my deep desires, fear's words win over me.
I arise and try to sing above this tragedy.
I tuck away the voice inside - deafening its cry.
The new song I sing is more pleasing to my outer man's facade.
No depth, no joy, no lasting message; I find no real release.
The song within breaks through my mind and I'm driven to my knees.
My voice now sings the melody each note now resonates.
At first alone, the chorus sounds as it rises up to meet
The anthem's song of praise to Him Who sits upon the throne.
Deliverance is its sweet refrain - my voice now unrestrained.
I am lifted to a higher place drowning in this song of praise.
It's You O God, my King, my Love -
To You my heart does sing
A song of love and great desire
My soul is set on fire!
The intimacy I fought so long, now choosing to receive
I join with You in our love song
Fore'er with You I'll be.
LAURA LYNCH Jun 2012
Awakened to a masquerade of actors on life's stage.
With mask in hand, I'm forced to play this part I do not know.

The actors are the audience of the facade I play each day.
Unsure of how to fill the role, I take the veteran's cue.

Untrue to who I really am, the role I play takes over.
Though sorrow fills this empty heart, laughter deceives the soul.

Insecurity and fear I know; I dare not let them see.
Perfection is the script I hold; no flaws will I reveal.

As the years wear on and this act plays out, a sense of loss torments me.
A need for truth and clarity, youth's honesty eludes me.

The day has come, I walk offstage beyond the painted props.
The light of truth cuts through the act, deception flees from me.

A love so pure and passionate, expels the myths of life.
The hands that gently held me close, discard my mask - I'm free.

I look back on the tragedy played out before my eyes.
Reality's illusions sink in sand's of life's delusions.
LAURA LYNCH Jun 2012
"At least we'll have the memories" ... I believe that's what you said
But memories are not enough for they speak of the dead
Dead dreams, dead hopes memorialized in catacombs of wood
Gravestones dot my heart's pathways as symbols of lost hope

Teardrops fall like raindrops on the bed where you are laid
Buried in my memories ... in that place where time was stayed
I can't retreat to prior days where you were not a part.
I can't go forward either to a future where you're not.

Shall the dead rise again from ashes of the past?
Shall the brokenhearted find the strength to move on at last?
I come and sit upon your bed and reminisce for hours
On words exchanged and moments shared like exquisite fragrant flowers.

But, you are there and I am here - two worlds that cannot touch.
The memories like dreams to me - dreams to which I clutch;
And there they are - the gravestones as pillars of truth conveyed
That though you could have stayed with me - you chose to walk away.
As posted on http://serendipityplus.wordpress.com/2012/06/23/travel-theme-secret-places/
June 23, 2012
LAURA LYNCH Jun 2012
Like the breath of a lover, I feel the warm breeze.
The breeze carries the fragrance of Springtime’s tease.
Senses aroused by flirtatious blossoms;
Myriads of colors flooding my gardens.

Blackthorns, Azaleas, Crocus and Dahlias
Clothed in beauty, tossing seductive glances.
Springtime’s powerful elixirs and tonics
Intoxicating lovers with her elaborate sonnets.

Sung through the trees, the Robin’s melodies.
The time of the year for the birds and the bees.
Cardinals and Larks sing breaking the spell,
As the captives of winter are released from their cells.
LAURA LYNCH Jun 2012
You are the stars that dance on ocean’s waves
When light breaks through the haze.
You are the dew that kisses earth
After famine’s rage – new birth.
You are that one ray of light
That cuts through the darkness bringing sight.
You are!

You are the strength within my soul.
Your Word it makes me whole.
Refreshment for my heart;
Darkness and sin from me depart!
You are the mirror in my hand -
Truth revealed, I understand …
You are!

Deep calls unto deep
Your heart cries to me!

Worship takes me to the heights!
Praise thrusts me past this earth’s delights!
Your Word like water cleanses me -
Truth and light … eternity!

©LLynch2002
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