Two, Day

I call to thee
the one who has not faltered yet
and in the fire as I burn
here my dying whisper now.

Clinging to the source of life
Can feel like grabbing on a ship
As it swiftly carries on
Pounding you with every wave.

Even though it save your life
If you cannot yet come aboard
You will be a battered mess
If you reach the shore.

I call to thee
who saved my soul
save my life as well
Let redemption be in full till the trumpets blow.

Do not let the stones cry out
Give me life that I may shout
Hearing finding seeing how
The angels go their way.

Would you see me in the ground
Then I am dead and none can stay
And would you give one word of life
I would be remade today.

I call to thee
who heard my cry
and hears the cries from desert climes
Oh one who hears I wait.

One, Day

Let me not forget
The telling hist’ry I have lived
Memories can be deceived
In all the usual ways.

But marching on I take my step
And leaning on the air I rise
So the hope eternal springs
And now I dream a vict’ry dies.

Remember soul how you were kept
And how He came down in that hell
Fire coursing through your nerves
Your screaming could not ring the bell.

It is time to turn the heart
That monster not so locked inside
Holy Father hear my prayer
And rip away the past that died.

Day Thirty-Nine

The days that hold my dread
Are outnumbered by the lonely gale
and its many companions waiting always
ready to devour joy.

But I will fight for peace
and lay my burden down
and trust in Jesus Christ
Though I become as dust.

Let the longest wastes
Through which my soul must pass
Welcome me with lonely arms
Until I leave them past.