I hear the songs being sung in church
About mercy, grace, and love.
Something deep inside my heart
Tells me I'm not enough

As I look around at all the people
Hands high singing amazing grace
With eyes closed and hearts wide open
I want to be in their place...

God make something click inside of me,
My heart is a lock and you have the key,
Open me up to wonders new,
Set me free to live for you

At bible study my lips are pursed
Hiding the secrets inside,
My guilt is locked up in my heart
To save my image and pride

Oh I wish I could feel what it's like
To be so happy and pure.
The girls around me shine like stars,
Something is missing for sure.

So God make something click in side of me,
I'm praying to you, begging on my knees,
Unleash the demons inside my soul
Release me from every idol's control

For far too long I've been living my life,
Just living for myself,
But I come to you so broken inside,
Oh Lord, I need your help...

I need something in me to click,
I need a love that will forever stick,
I need your key to unlock the real me,
I need to feel what it's like to be totally free.

So when I'm in church I'm in the know
Of the very thing that makes people glow
Because my light will shine so bright,
And give hope to people lost in the night.

I will face my peers with eyes open wide,
My need for grace will swallow my pride
I will open my heart for all to love
My strength and love from God above.

Sitting here skipping church
Trying to write you a song
It’s taking all day long
But I like you
Sat here once before
Playing the guitar
Along with me
Made the song complete

But I had this feeling that you would never need me
I let the pain sink so low
To the point where I’d push you away just to save your day
You don’t need to know

That now I will learn how
To play by myself in this town
I’ll play ‘til my fingers bleed
I miss your melody
This insecurity is getting the best of me

But if you choose that you miss me too
You could always join me in the youth room
You could play the keys
Or you could play the strings
Or you could even sing along with me

‘Cos when you sing the stars burn bright
As they all fall into line
You are adding beauty to life
One lullaby at a time

And when you speak
Wisdom leaks
From your lips, leaves me hanging
On every word that you say
Gets louder the further you are away

But you keep saying how we barely even know each other
Well, this ain’t a love song, it’s a proposal
That we get to know each other

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For the sun we wait,
To hear a joyful tune,
But it departed late,
So say hello to the moon.

All we can do is search
The sky for sonnet’s best,
We should head on to the church
Because there we'll get some rest.

We've been listening for days
But still we hear no sound,
And to god we give our praise
But still no sound is found.

The moon is still sky high,
Above our deafened heads,
In the church we still reside,
Laying in uncomfy beds.

We don't really mind,
And we're not too certain why
Though now we're going blind
And very well might die.

In these beds we still lay,
And to god we still ask
When will come the day
That you may do a simple task?

When I found my sacred place, I was content in the fact I would be undisturbed. The open grounds of the church sprawled out in front me and I ran. Green lush trees of the Abbey surrounded me and I was lost in my mind. Not in the way where I was terrified of the thoughts, but in the way that I couldn’t help staring at the pictures in my head this landscape prompted. It was quiet, except for the frequent screams of murders of crows. I was quiet and content, then I found out it would all be gone.

Nativity scene number fifty three
signs shout "Silence and Prayer" overhead
Publicly kneeling despite words we read
Innocent giggles sound profane instead

Selectively ignoring just to fit in
ourselves to the mold of our past
secretly telling the priest of our sin
but bowed in the chapel of glass

We walked home from church
At one in the morning,
Basking in the glory
That was love and
Being in love.

Will I see you tonight
by the candle light,
where within the pews
I did pray with you?

Will you make time for me
in this winter heat,
or will I be with the breeze
left out to freeze?