Your words won’t set you free
Nothing that springs forth from this earth can save you
Only grace can save us
The grace we’re all searching for

The reason we watch movies
The reason we play games
The reason we lose ourselves in music

To find ourselves, to find the part of us that calls out
for more, for some adventure, some joy, some fight
Living someone else’s life
Their journey, their dream, their love
Filling ourselves with their story

But the screen always goes dark
The pages run out of words
And the music fades
And for one brief moment in-between all the sound
were left with ourselves
completely alone
completely empty
wishing that we could be
the stories we know

and so, we pretend, invest, and consume
trying to live the life we love and desire
trying to become what we are not
by denying who we are

All this world does is try to distract us
Try to give us another life to live
Away from the ones we hate
And as time passes it all becomes more and more real
the falseness of the lives we live only become more convincing

I’m so tired of living out the lives of other people
so tired of not facing the emptiness
I don’t want to fight it anymore with movies, music and games
I want to become something real
I don’t want to hate work or school or pain
I want to embrace it, fight it, and overcome

Because that’s what they do in the stories we see
They fight the darkness inside themselves and in the world
And that’s what we want to do, why else would we watch them
But were to weak
Too weak and too feeble to stand up for ourselves
And I don’t mean against the bullies at school
I mean the bullies in our minds, the ones that keep us from our dreams

You know that moment after the story ends
Where they live happily ever after
We never get to see that part do we
Because I’m sure everyone that’s made it there
Who’s won the fight and finished the race
they’re all too busy being caught up in the love and the joy
to come back and tell us about it, to come back and teach us

why do we feel so broken and empty after stories of such strong emotion?
Whether it ends in love or pain
not because they create that feeling in us
but because they draw out what’s already there
the anger, sadness and the emptiness that we’ve denied
all the junk we’ve thrown in the closet
they only ever open the door to send it bursting forth
littering these hearts of ours that seemed so clean
making us ashamed of all we’ve hidden
only to pick up the pieces and hide them all over again

well I’m tired of hiding everything behind closed doors
this time I’m going to set it loose myself
get rid of what doesn’t belong
go work for what I need
and find what I’ve been looking for
but was too scared to face
become something real
love, fight, struggle
be saved
oh God
please
give me the grace

Hayaan na lang nating matunaw ang tula,
Na hindi nabigkas sa dulo ng dila,
Lipadin na lang ng hangin ang mga letra't salita,
Hindi din naman pakikingan, mabuti pang mawala.

Hayaan na lang nating kalimutang bigla,
Ang pasuyong nakalaan sana sayo,
Isabay na lang sa pag takbo ng mundo,
Sa kanan ka, sa kaliwa ako.

Eternity
It’s Endless
Timeless
No start no finish
It's God's presence
Transcendence
Through all dimensions
His Spirit
Holiness
Perfection

Time
Contains
Physical matter embrace
Us
For we are its subject
With-in its space
Creates
Sequence
Events

Time
Without it
We do not exist
With it
We coexist
In a finite
Existence

Time
Records
Life’s courses
First breath
Day of birth
Every choice of yours
Every step
Past
Present
Future only God knows

Time
Passes by
Leaving behind
Warning signs
With cries
That we may realize
The issues of life

Time
Gives you opportunities
The discovery
Of how to be
Free
Release
From your enemy

Time
Tick Tock
Clock
On the cross
He was mocked
Forgiveness He talks
Grace, He brought

Time
Once it ends
Eternity begins
Once you’re dead
Where will you be lead?

Eternity
Enter
Presence of the Savior
Or
Presence when a deceiver



Come to Jesus today.

You left
a white lighter
on your coffee table

so that when
we'd go back
to collect your things

from a crime scene
we had been to
countless times,

we'd know that
you died
thinking yourself

a King of Rock and Roll.

But really
you were
the prince

heir to
all the love
dad had to give,

bestowed upon
year after year
with the kind of too much faith

that only
parents
can give.

You heard
their lessons
about the world

being your oyster

but never payed
attention
to how to care

for
your
people.

You were
always
about the show,

You'd give all
the glitz
and glamour

off of your very own crown

thinking that
if love didn't sparkle
people wouldn't know it was

there.

But then
someone gave you
purple-hazed glasses

and suddenly
the world was
love in your pupils,

they flooded
your irises
with a shine

to which no amount of
family jewels
could compare.

Your eyes
had seen
radiance

and all you had
to go back to
was flaw

you saw
a life
that was hard

and surprisingly heavy
for being so
empty,

And you just
kept chasing
the smooth blues

that would never hurt your ears

or play you
the old song
of wasted potential.

Even as you wandered
popping and
repopping your ears,

our love was
dull to your
rock and roll lifestyle.

I know how much
you missed how it
was before

you got discovered by it,

eager and seething
to sink its hooks
into another good one.

Instead of
writing your own
song,

you faded
into the old
one.

And now,
I've lost word and
lyric,

melody is
ash
in my pen

because the music
wasn't in me,
dude,

it was in you.

And now the record
keeps playing
through the air,

but none
of us
want to hear it.

When you went,
you left us with
a ****** white lighter

and you took the music with you.

maybe love is in new york city.
maybe love is in paris.
maybe love is here.
maybe love has seen me
and secretly thinks i'm beautiful.
maybe love isn't as far from reach as i think it is.
maybe love plays the guitar or the piano
and has written songs about me
and the way my hair dances in the wind.
but maybe love is in new york city
waiting for me to visit.
waiting for me to take the train
waiting for me to make eye contact
while he sits on the opposite side of me.
maybe love is in new york city
or rome
or spain.
maybe love writes poetry.
maybe love loves someone else right now.
maybe love will find me in five years
or in two months.
but love is out there.
maybe in new york city.