Lead us to the heart of the Father
Comfort us and show us the way
This is my son i whom I am pleased
Filled by the Spirit of God

In the body and the blood
You make us as one
Brothers and sisters all family
One in the Spirit of God

Into the desert for forty long days
Tempted and tried he remained
Faithful to the end
Led by the Spirit of God

From your neighborhood to the ends of the earth
We are sent out to share the good news
Share the love and the joy that we have
Sent by the Spirit of God

A lighthouse beacon in the stormy sea
A hand that reaches out for you and me
A rainbow stretching 'cross the sky
Hope in the Spirit of God

Out from the Ultimate Sacrifice
One man paid the greatest price
By water and blood the world redeemed
Saved by the Spirit of God

From clay and the salt of the earth
The breath of God created man
Christ died so we could rise with Him
Alive by the Spirit of God

We are his children the work of his hand
We are his sheep the flock of his land
We are his treasure our value unmatched
Loved by the Spirit of God

I sent a telegraph to your heart,
but the wire was cut before my
thoughts reached you.

I sent a letter to collect on your
doorstep, but I never posted
enough emotion.

"Return to sender whispered
within its closed reflection.

I'm incomplete with out you next to me,
faded words remembered before you left.
Incomplete emotions are never heard,  
I wait on the porch for any word.

But my needing is versed as my tears
fall, never captured by you feelings.
I'm incomplete without you, needing
you more than breath, I'm all alone.

I
wrote
you
a
letter
and
I
never
sent
it.
You
wouldn't
have
been
able
to
read
it
anyway,
my
handwriting
is
just
as
bad
as
you
remember.
Maybe
worse.

Day opens up with light
and darkness owns the night.
Of both times I desire
the sun owns day with its fire.
When sun dims, slowly adrift,
it gives the waxing moon's lift,
with pale beams softly sent
to show a world that's shadow-bent.

I sent my soul to walking
down barren wastes of land
housing nothing but garbage rats
and all the worst kinds of people
where conversation was bleak and simple
and hopeless dreams were last week's
lottery tickets, scattered and forgotten
in the ditches along empty bottles

So I sent my soul to diving
lower than light cares to go
so low that thoughts weigh tons
and past plans sink into canyons
forever lost in cold chambers
where ***** and eels munch on
ancient bones from a world away
never knowing of the sun above them

So I sent my soul to flying
dodging lightning, seeking craving
and reaching but the outskirts of heaven
desperate for love, but finding only
hostile bodies hurled down paths
with no beginning and no care
for earthly truths and happy endings
holy indifferent to joy and pain

So I sent my soul to writing
to wallow in the mud and shame
to sift among the shadows for a song
or simply a voice alone
to sing and weep along with me
never to see the dawn, a few
scratches on a page and nothing more
a single soul sent wandering far

I didn't write enough, I think that's good, yet awful.