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Gabriel Bonney Mar 2020
We have enough faith to say
That we do not exist
As we live every single day
If it’s a reality like this
I haven’t written a lot of lyrics lately, and I think it’s actually been good. But just a thought this morning ~ we say that we don’t exist, or that we’re not alive inside. But we are every day, in reality, no matter what you want to think. We don’t compare to the glory of God, but that glory can live in us. I wrote something a few days ago that say, “If God is real, look at Him.” Playing with this idea of if He actually exists, and how we can feel if He does. God is as big and real as existence itself. Kind of references Moses talking to the burning bush.

Also, the title references Arcade Fire’s song “We Exist” talking about how people with depression and anxiety and suicidal thoughts are real. Granted, there is a God much bigger than those things that also exists for a reason. The fact that there is evil and darkness shows that there must be light, and there must be God.
Gabriel Bonney Mar 2020
There’s the man in the moon
An ancient rune in the sky
That is sadly too soon to die
And beneath it’s absence I lie
Laying here I’ve radically tried
But I’ve twisted the history
For some victory to sing lyrically
Waxing theological
Maxing cynically
Making it wane honorably
Hating the finical
So what about the man in my skin
And what battles does he win
None, so what’s fun about the sun
What have I to shine light on
Other than a late night care ride without brights on
So I hide away and play it renegade style
Cause the sun’s a definite
But my hope’s in the moon who hasn’t come around in a while
But my clockwork isn’t really legit
Because he was there a few days ago
I’m just stereotyping the ergo in my ego
Gabriel Bonney Mar 2020
You’re barely keeping your head above the water
Why don’t I try something new and craft a boat
And maybe it will work and you can climb aboard
Because what’s the point if that’s not floating you
Gabriel Bonney Feb 2020
When my soul is in the dumps, I rehearse
When it’s cold and that’s the sum, I revert
Chaos calls to chaos, it the tune of rapids
Day gone falls to trade off, then blooms habit
My deep need calls out to Your deep kindness
My feet leave by my soul is lead in blindness
Your breaking surf, Your mighty crashing
You’re making hurt, Your tidying my gnashing
Your waterfalls of weeping
Sends waves of sorrow
So I will be keeping
Because You long tomorrow
Over my soul, and cary me away
Over my roll, and wary of the way
Cascading over like a thundering cataract
Masquerade but lovingly I remain intact
God has promised to love me all day
And in the hardship I will obey
I will sing songs all through the night
For my life is a prayer
And through the morning light
Because my strife is His care
From other translations of Psalm 42:7.

I was laughing at a SpongeBob meme earlier, and I don’t know how many of you will get this, but I was about to tell my friend this as a joke, but I mean it. As long as these pants are square and this sponge is bob, I won’t let you down. God especially won’t. His pants are always square and His sponge is always Bob.....if that makes sense. A new way of putting it, just thought I might add that in here in case it’s relatable.
Gabriel Bonney Feb 2020
Deep calls to deep
Feet walking to the steep
With the roar of Your waterfalls
Unlike before I’m on the tall part
All Your waves and breakers
Pavement of the Maker
Have swept over me
And met me gladly
I made a poem around Psalm 42:7 before, and it was more doubtful. I called it “the fall”. Over a year later, I’ve come through many “other sides”. Some other sides were through darker areas, but it’s made me stronger in my faith.
Gabriel Bonney Feb 2020
The light over my desk is still broken
I’ve been waiting for you to open
But now I only see that you’re moping
There’s something in you that’s been stolen
And I’ve been waiting for that light to hope
It’s an easy fix so when will you show it
(Lady in the Water by Shyamalan reference)
Gabriel Bonney Feb 2020
What’s the purpose of fun
When there is nothing new under the sun
What’s the purpose of music
When you can’t find a new way to use it
Is there any way to tune it now?
Now that we already know how
So I don’t understand how it’s a different sight
Because it was that way in the Bible times
But did the old modern times have such suicide heights
Or is if implicitly implied to stay alive for the light
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